Proper peckers

David Obua seems to be a name which crops up more often than anyone else on this blog at the moment, but again, it was our erstwhile Ugandan who inspired the comments which in turn, inspired this blog entry. According to Colin Duncan of the Daily Record, Obua was celebrating our win against Dundee United by dancing like a 'proper pecker'. He wasn't alone, apparently Ruben Palazuelos was throwing some rather nifty shapes and the travelling Hearts support were having a right old party in the stands too.

And who could blame any of them? I can think of several reasons why we have every right to party like it's 2009.

1. No matter which way you look at it, that was a big result for us. A hugely important win. When asked to predict the score on Saturday morning prior to the match, I'm ashamed to say that my gut instinct didn't include thoughts of winning or even scraping a draw. Despite having noted that United's form hadn't been all that spectacular since the transfer window closed, the absence of Flood wasn't enough to convince me that United wouldn't be up for this one - Tannadice has hardly been a happy hunting ground for us in recent months and I just couldn't see where we'd find the grit required to get through this fixture unscathed. I'm delighted to say that where my faith was lacking, the players certainly weren't suffering from a lack of guts and while it wasn't pretty, three points were bravely snatched and dispatched back to Edinburgh. Three points which moved us 5 points ahead of United and 6 ahead of Aberdeen and kept us firmly in the third spot.

2. David Obua may only have arrived recently in Gorgie but many of the players who turned out against Dundee United have been through the mill with the supporters over the last year or so. They will remember how it felt last season when we struggled through almost every game and ended up stuck in the bottom six. The players didn't operate as a team, didn't seem to know how to play as a unit and had absolutely no sense of direction. The supporters were miserable, the boo boys were out in force and the atmosphere at games was bordering on murderous at times. Stevie Frail, for all his good intentions, was completely out of his depth and the general feeling was one of hopelessness and frustration.

How things have changed. Hearts took an impressive support with them on their travels to Tayside and while it might be one of the most overused cliches in football, they really were the twelfth man. The players may not have been purveyors of beautiful football, but they should be commended for their tenacity and commitment and were spurred on by the support they received from the stands. A million miles away from what we had last year and in my book, definitely worth a wee dance or two.

3. Csaba Laszlo. This man is glue. Super glue. I don't need to go into any lengthy detail about why he's important or explain how he has been the catalyst for the changes we've witnessed at Tynecastle, but he's the reason that we're currently sitting in third. He's also the reason why we can go to games without that horrible sense of foreboding. Vladimir Romanov may be many things, and has made many mistakes, but signing this man was a masterstroke and at the risk of wishing away the rest of what could be a fantastic season for us, I can't wait to see what he does this summer. If he's given the means to build his own squad and bring in some quality in the next transfer window, I think we could be watching something special next year. If the judges for Manager of the Year take our full circumstances into consideration, he surely has to be in with a shout. I'm a fully fledged and committed member of Csaba Laszlo's Barmy Army, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Plenty of reasons to be positive, plenty of reasons to be hopeful, plenty of reasons to have a wee dance. It's all looking rather rosy in the Gorgie garden and I, for one, intend to make the most of it.

Obua: not fit for purpose?

Despite a less than illustrious start to his career in maroon, occasional flashes of footballing ability and a growing faith in Csaba's judgement had ensured that David Obua wasn't written off quite as quickly as might have been expected by a nervy Hearts support. Some neat passes, a decent first touch and talk of his versatility had reassured onlookers that given time, there was a chance that the South African player of the year and former Kaiser Chiefs star could become a useful addition to the squad.

While some were quicker to lose patience than others, a fair number amongst the support did try their best to overlook some awkward flaws in his game and gave due consideration to the fact that a period of adjustment could be required. He was slow to move in for the tackle, preferring instead to attempt pass interception from a safe distance. He was visibly off the pace and wanted too much time on the ball. His positional awareness was shaky. His workrate was less than convincing, and at times he looked like a man who would rather be anywhere else than on a football pitch. If this wasn't enough, his build was anything other than typical of your average SPL player and despite being reasonably tall, he looked worryingly like he might snap in a strong breeze.

Listed in this way, these not inconsiderable problems seem to present conclusive evidence that he just wasn't likely to make it but it would appear that we're nothing if not optimists down in Gorgie. A few moans and groans from the stands was as bad as it got for Obua - the fans merely raised an eyebrow at his trousers-around-the-ankles press conference houdini antics and even forgave him for the heinous act of turning out in green boots.

But a charmed existence of this kind can't last forever and when you're on a sticky wicket as it is, the second last thing you should do is push your luck. The absolutely last thing you should do is snuff out any remaining goodwill and make yourself the most disliked man in Gorgie by spitting at your own fans.

I'm not the type to boo or heckle players and in a cauldron like Tynecastle where players are so close to the support that they can hear every word, I fail to see how booming criticism and insults are likely to effect improvements in performance. Nonetheless, supporters are entitled to voice their opinions and should be able to do so without the intended target responding with a torrent of abuse and globs of projectile saliva. Had Obua demonstrated half as much vigour or aggression with a ball at his feet, there's every chance that he would have avoided such a situation in the first place because while lack of ability can be forgiven, lack of effort certainly cannot. To those who would gladly gnaw off their own arm for a chance to wear that maroon jersey, it's the ultimate act of disrespect. A universal footballing sentiment and a characteristic of supporters which I'd imagine is every bit as prevalent in South Africa as it is in Scotland...

So, where to go from here? Csaba Laszlo has voiced his disappointment in Obua's performance thus far and it remains to be seen whether or not he can do enough to convince the manager that he deserves another chance. However, I'd hazard a guess that the supporters would quite gladly do a whip round for his plane ticket back to Uganda and that his actions this weekend may have been the final nail in his coffin where they are concerned. It might be going a little far to suggest that his position is completely untenable, football fans are also characteristically fickle and short of memory, but I've seen nothing to suggest that he has either the required levels of commitment or bottle to turn this situation around. If I were him, I'd begin with a grovelling apology to the fans but I'm not holding my breath - his rotten attitude could well be a more significant problem than his questionable footballing abilities.