It should brighten up everyones day!
After a "world wide search for the best possible person" by a top international firm of executive head hunters, lasting over a year, Moorcroft suddenly found Collins lurking around UKA's offices. Collins having come in to make some sandwiches for a GB athlete he was mentoring.
"Dave! fancy seeing you here" said our CEO, also called Dave. "You're just the man I need. We're desperate for a new Performance Director to take over when our wonderful Max retires down to Eastbourne next March"
"What me?" grunted the other Dave. "but I don't know anything about athletics, "I'm a pyschologist" and added, proudly, "but I do have a black belt in Karate and I was a marine!"
"Don't worry about that," said our other Dave, now becoming visibly excited at having found his holy grail. "You're perfect, you can get us out of the sh*t. The sport will accept you because you've got a PhD so you must know what you're talking about even if you confuse everyone else. And you're a big bloke so nobody will argue with you. Black belt and an ex marine, eh? Good stuff. Just what we need" (but slyly he thought to himself, if it doesn't work the sport can blame him and not me)
Big Dave, looked puzzled. "Are you sure this will work?" he asked.
Little Dave, smiled, that nice bloke smile he has when everyone believes every word he says.
"Dave, I can promise you it's a piece of cake. And it's not like football so you can't get sacked. We just need the heat taken off us but we'll stand behind you. You've got the 'ology and the belt and the big knuckles. If you can't get this lot in to shape then nobody can"
Big Dave's eyes lit up under his furry brows. "you're right, I can do it. Where do I sign? I've always liked atheletics, especially the shot putt. Will I get to meet Geoff Capes?"