WHEN WILL OUR DAY COME
It is far too long since we supporters savoured the heady atmosphere of
success. The League Cup under Tommy Gemmell’s leadership seems centuries
away, almost like a tale from pre-history. The winning of the First
Division Championship not so long ago was a great day over the water in
Kirkcaldy and the sight of the huge Dundee support that day singing their
heads off reminded me of happier days in years gone by. That was an
emotional experience.
The building of that team by John McCormack was a great act of salvation
for fans who over the years became cynical and paranoid about their team.
Like Moses in the days of Israel we keep looking for the promised land and
asking “when will our day come?” Phase I of the resurrection was down to
Cowboy. And for his signing of Rab Douglas we should always be grateful to
the man.
Then arrived Jocky Scott to pilot the team to the top league and make sure
we stayed there? With nothing flash and nothing too entertaining he
worked on a budget that would have sent most private companies down the
tube yet he came up with the goods – survival. For two seasons there were
many boring days for the faithful with the odd windfall such as the Ibrox
triumph and the Grady wondergoal that will live with all who saw it for the
rest of their lives. But Jocky had taken us as far as he could and
deserves our respect for keeping us up when a crash back to the lower
league then could have led to bankruptcy for our club. He and Cowboy were
the foundations on which we build today.
The SPL tried everything in their power to keep us out of the Premier
League but the Marrs came up trumps and built a new stadium with help from
the fans. Young and old, ex players and present players, (sad to think of
in his present crisis, Morten Wieghorst was one of the first), overseas
exiles and those at home who sacrificed so much to pour their money into
buying a brick to save their beloved team from extinction.
Possibly the most poignant thing on view at Dens today, these bricks with the names of
the donors carved on them, are symbols of the pride and love of a team that
being a fan generates. This is the Wailing Wall for all Dundee
supporters, and will be there for as long as these new stands exist, a
living testimony of how deep the love of Dundee F.C. penetrates. We are
in with the bricks and always will be. And every brick tells a different
story. Some named in memory of deceased fans, some paid for by those who
could least afford them. Such devotion deserves a happy ending.
“When will our day come?”
Phase 3 in the building of the present team came in the form of a group of
Italians, spearheaded by the Bonetti brothers, and immediately they arrived
condemnation from all quarters met them head on. The gutterpress called
them rookies, their signings mercenaries, some hardened fans were incensed
at the demise of Jocky and tempers were raised on all sides. Those who
were perhaps more far sighted saw the foreign arrivals as Saviours. I did.
My first sighting of this new look Dundee team in a friendly on a wet
Kirkcaldy evening had me staring in awe at the incisive passing, the
movement off the ball, the quick attacking bursts and the evident skill on
view. That couldn’t be Dundee I was watching, surely not. Pinch me and
wake me up.
And so began the Bonetti revolution, Phase III of the Dundee F.C.
resurrection. Had our time really come at last? We all asked ourselves
this question. And in a tide of euphoria and ecstasy we began with two
victories over Motherwell and Dunfermline, scoring 5 times with the loss of
no goals. We were flying, our feet were definitely off the ground and in
the dreams of what could be we began to believe in a top 3 place,
forgetting that Ivano himself had said 6th position was a sensible target
in his first season in charge. Hibs brought us down to Earth with a bang
and we had our first bloodied nose of the season to wipe. Then followed
defeat by St Mirren and some cynics among the Dundee support began to pine
for Jocky again.
Then came two draws with Hearts and Rangers, both games we could have won.
Ivano conceded a daft penalty to give Hearts their draw and
uncharacteristically Rab Douglas let a McCann floater beat him at his right
hand post to give Rangers a share of the spoils.
It is my belief that Ivano took the Hibs / St Mirren defeats as a sign he
must shore up his defence and suddenly the cavalier approach, the attack,
attack, attack tactics went out of the window to be replaced in most games
by a 5 man midfield with one lone striker up front, first Caballero or
Sara, then the great blonde God Caniggia. The St Johnstone 0-0 draw was a
nightmare, and on the day Saints were poor opposition for such a talented
side as we are, yet we left Cabby up front alone for most of a game that
was there for the winning.
But our heads were held high and our chests out with pride again after a
superb performance in the Derby, only to be saddened with the news next
morning that Fabian’s injury was much worse than we thought. Once again,
hopes dashed, dreams put on hold as we learned our beloved wee striker was
out for 6 months. This was a blow we didn’t deserve, though many saw it
coming as Scotland’s answer to the skills and lightning pace of this wee
Argentinian was to nail him to the ground. And he got little support from
our Referees and SPL foul play committee. Fabian was given a 6 months
ban, the player who kicked him got one game. Scottish justice, Senor
Caballero. Get well soon. Please.
Then came a respectable 1-0 defeat from Celtic though many were left
wondering the difference Cabby might have made had he been available for
this game. A 0-0 draw with Kilmarnock had us thinking along the same
lines.
Then, heaven sent news. Dundee had signed Caniggia and Carranza, two
Argentinian internationals. Surely now we would get back to the attacking
exploits of early season and the Dundee Derby. Sure enough we play an
attacking formation against Aberdeen and win 2-0, playing with 10 men for
most of the second half, yet running out worthy winners.
But the bubble wasn’t long in bursting. Motherwell beat us with two
goals in the first 5 minutes and although Claudio scores with a chip in the
magnificent class his other service for his colleagues go a begging and we
lose a game we should have won. The following week, we defend against a
poor Dunfermline side who show no more than fight and commitment, and we do
it with only Caniggia playing a lone striker role with no visible support
to be seen at any time in the game. The only players who get on the end
of his superb passes are our Right back and one Midfield player, both
Scots. Until Carranza comes on (too late as in the Motherwell game) we
get few players into the box and the emperor Claudio looked more than
disgusted by this fact on several occasions.
The dream that looked like bearing such abundant fruit after the Aberdeen
game has dispersed once again and we are left wondering where we go from
here.
“When will our day come?”
Ivano, I don’t expect you or any of your management team read the comments
on the websites. But whether you do or not, as one of many Dundee
supporters let me say this. You gave us excitement we thought we would
never see again. The type of player you brought to Dens have given us a
taste for what could be and we don’t wan’t it to slip away, broken by the
physical approach of most Scots teams. I would rather we’d lost 6-5 to
Motherwell, 8-7 to Dunfermline by seeing 2, even 3 strikers attacking their
defences. Have faith in your early judgement, the great attacking play
we saw against United, and in our first 2 matches, and against Aberdeen
recently. We’d walk a million miles to see this kind of football.
I for one have great belief in you, Ivano. You are the Messiah we have
been waiting for at Dens for a long, long time. Keep the faith, attack,
attack, attack, give us excitement we have never had for many a year.
“And though on occasion defeat we must know, we will rise up again and
defeat every foe.” These words unite the spirit of the league winning team
of the 60’s and the present side. I believe the abilities of the likes of
Claudio, Sara, Artero, Carranzes, will score more than any opposition I
have seen in the Premier to date, providing we attack them. Let them
explode in the last two thirds of the season and give we Dundee fans a
spectacle of dazzling, attacking football we have never seen for
generations.
The dreams we held are still within reach. Stretch out your hand and
grasp it Ivano. In a short space of time you and the Marrs have become
Dundee legends. It might take more than one season. But take us to our
destiny up there among the stars. SURELY WITH ALL THIS TALENT AT OUR
FINGERTIPS - OUR TIME HAS COME. After so many years in the wilderness,
LEAD US TO THE PROMISED LAND.
Dave Webster.
Anyone who has read my reports on other websites know I write from the
heart on the subject of my beloved FC Dundee. As a supporter for over 37
years I have reached the heights of ecstasy in my time with this great
Club, but I have also suffered despair more often than I felt I have
deserved. For the first article I was invited to write on Boab’s site I
have chosen to give a brief, emotional account of the past few seasons,
culminating in the present one. These views are entirely my own and all
the blame lies with me if you don’t agree with them.