Most initially underwhelming and yet ultimately adept transition from non-league to league football award
When I first clapped eyes on Monsieur Biamou, I was hesitantly impressed. A swashbuckling appearance at Barnet away convinced me we had unearthed that most precious thing: a non-leaguer both delighted to pack in the day-labouring, and good enough to mix it with the real PAYE lads. My cautious optimism slowly seeped away on seeing Maxime turn in a growing list of disinterested, clumsy, and downright petulant performances, giving rise to the reality that this was just another lower league camel, albeit a handsome French one.
Aside from the fact that he wasn’t scoring (in fairness, no one was), and never looked like scoring again, his attitude was seriously suspect. He skulked around the pitch like a grounded teenager, unwilling to track his man or even raise a smile until that potentially fictional moment when this goal-free cloud stopped suffocating his every move.
We had to wait until God knows when, until the weeks and months when darkness descended by 3:30pm, for his first goal, and even that was in some knock-off derivative competition against an U21 pub team (I think). The real hallelujah moment arrived during a nippy home game against Swindon, when Biamou got on the end of his own flick on and hammered the dropping ball so hard, the television cameraman completely missed the goal. You know you’ve connected when the only useful angle of your goal is taken from a blimp hovering above the stadium.
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