DeMbare in the area

who have shifted into campionship-winning mood once again.
I have rarely seen FC Platinum look so anaemic, failing to push Dynamos off their balance during the match and the makeshift defensive pairing of Thabani Kamusoko and Daniel Veremu, which looked prickled at every hint of pressure, made their rearguard a sorry sight.
It was a fine mid-week performance, Dynamos constantly posing questions which Tendai Chikuni’s FC Platinum brigade failed to answer time and again.
Devon Chafa, by far the dominant player at the base of the diamond, and the ageless Murape Murape, who is making a mockery of his small frame and ageing body to dictate the pace of the game lately, patrolling the space in front of a resolute back four, were key.
And this was a tactical victory for Pasuwa, who had to be excused from classroom to lay down the marker at Rufaro, against opponents that taste so sweet, and who like CAPS United, wore green.
Dynamos have enjoyed their menu of greens this week — 3-0 against CAPS United on Sunday, 2-0 against FC Platinum on Wednesday, who wants a buffeit at Meikles after that really?
Only that the third goal could not come on Wednesday, otherwise it would have been a 3×2 in four days for the defending champions.
But the fans on the emblematic Vietnam stand never lost the opportunity to remind Benjamin Marere that he was in enemy territory as they booed his every touch, celebrating when he lost possession.
This was more than a game for Dynamos — FC Platinum should always be the meat for the sausage, thanks to their claim to financial aristocracy, something that the poor people of DeMbare, who make the majority in this family and a fiercely proud of their status, hate with a passion.
Chikuni’s team looked less balanced without the security offered by Norman Togara but they did go into the game with the promise down the left of the in-form Ali Sadiki and the possibility of Joel Ngodzo coming from deep.
But he sat on the bench till the second half.
The ineffective and disappointing Kabby Kamhapa anchored, while Donald Ngoma and William Manondo should have learnt from the first leg to attempt subtle movements away from their henchmen markers — the impressive young Patson Jaure and the indefatigable Guthrie Zhokinyu, as Dynamos’ two powerful central defenders enjoyed physical confrontations with relish.
It was so sweet they got so little from Ngoma and crew who looked lost and clearly yearning for an end to the torture.
The full-backs, Thomas Magorimbo and Ocean Mushure, who was outstanding, held their ground and guarded the space outside their commanding centre-backs as police hounds on drug chase in down town Medellin.
FC Platinum desperately needed Marere to raid wide and support Sadiki, to drag DeMbare out of their comfortable defensive zone.
Here Murape and then young Tichaona Mabvura, after 61 minutes, stuck to their defensive duties impressively, blocking supporting runs from the FC Platinum full-back — as the intelligent Cliff Sekete did on the other wing to reduce Quad Amini to just another player on the park — nullifying to the grave any potential threat the miners could muster.
Sadiki, meanwhile, struggled to find space to drop his incisive passes and crosses.
Without rhythm , Chikuni’s boys panted and groaned, struggling for salt and nourishment. As the game petered to a close, the away side were crying out for someone to come to their aid but the virtuoso Denver Mukamba had sealed and delivered a guilty verdict on 71st minute, and, like God’s case, it had no appeal.
Dynamos were winning and, as in the last three games, FC Platinum’s red-mist demons descended again as teenage left back Ralf Muduviwa was involved in a tangle with Martin Vengesai in his own box to press his own guillotine.
As he walked the lone journey to the dressing room, Chikuni must have been wondering what he had to do to finish a game with 11 men lately.
The tragedy was that Muduviva, still only 19, had delivered like a veteran in his first big match and, maybe, the referee should have thought about his naivety because the foul wasn’t as bad as he thought.
Often the only way to beat a packed defence is to get round the back but FC Platinum lacked that width and neither Allan Gadzikwa nor Mitchel Katsvairo, two of the three substitutes, could supply it.
And on a day Dynamos barely broke a sweat for the three points and two goals, it was a serious indictment on a side that promised so much last season.
Dynamos, very disciplined (only a stupid yellow card for the excitable Mukamba dented their deck) and determined, carried out Pasuwa’s tactical plan to the letter on a day bankers enjoy the most.
And they were plenty of them at Rufaro on Wednesday.
It was neither entertaining nor particularly innovative but, as the former Dynamos and Warriors midfielder would confirm, “it is the score that counts”. FC Platinum searched for the subtlety or improvisation required to out-manoeuvre a brilliantly organised side but it was not there.
Mukamba fished twice from the pond, the second one a well embroidered goal involving a seven-man move that mesmerised the entire FC Platinum defence, leaving many to wonder what would happen to Dynamos when they are really on song if they can muster such classy acts with three gifted youngsters Mabvura, Sekete and Mukamba in the dying embers of the match.
Throw in the veteran Senator Desmond Maringwa, with his range of passing variations, Pasuwa will bag another title come Match Day 30.