Posted on Tuesday, 27th September 2011 by lordofthewing
From Fat Sally stating that Naismith is not that type of player and bemoaning the ‘faceless committee’ that decided his fate , to the BBC allowing Auld Davie Weir the chance to put in a case for defence on their flagship (sic) ‘highlights’ program (double sic) and all the Pulp Fictioneers twisting Austin McCanns words to make it look like he was saying that it was an accident.
Naismith has all the ingredients that make him the perfect example of a loathed and contemptible player. His constant moaning and whining, his cheating and diving, a strange and mysterious handcuff celebration (I think it’s a nod to a kinky $ex game that him and a former partner got up to) plus features that make him look like he molests ferrets on a Sunday afternoon.
Off course he is that type of player. Any man who will dive his way through life wouldn’t think twice of using excessive force to gain an advantage. He is a proven cheat.
The not that type of player excuse is akin to saying that Harold Shipman was a bit too enthusiastic with his doses.