"That's Twenty20 cricket, isn't it?" he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
By all means it is - nothing but a lucky dip - and the South African coach is spot on but isn't every game a gamble?
It was about wresting "the momentum" and both parties did that but the pendulum had swung Wellington's way at the end.
Okay but did the Stags really deserve it on the day?
Their batsmen's body language screamed no. Arms and legs crossed, hands in pocket, they just couldn't bring themselves to watch the fired-up birds screeching and preening their feathers, under a shower of a magnum or two of bubbles, never mind applaud before the team marched off the field.
It's not that the bowlers were entirely absolved of blame because, having got Wellington by the throat, they let tailenders Matt Taylor and Jeetan Patel instil belief in the visitors at the park of plenty.
Having medium-pacer Ryan McCone, who Wellington batsmen had taken a shine to in three overs, bowl the last over did raise a few eyebrows at a stock exchange where dot balls are always the best currency.
Ultimately the rotation of the bowling order comes under the rookie captain Young's portfolio, not that he didn't have the likes of Mahela Jayawardene and Seth Rance to sound off ideas.
Perhaps the flaw stems from the omission of either spinner Ajaz Patel (12th man) and/or Navin Patel (13th man), which makes it a selection dilemma.
But the mantra in the CD team has always been simply for individuals to perform their roles, something they are all pretty well versed in.
The batsmen are there to score runs and, putting it bluntly in Tom Bruce batting fashion, they didn't.
Not that you can point a finger at Sri Lanka import Jayawardene, who needed just three runs to eclipse Auckland Aces opener Glenn Phillips, but he registered an inglorious golden duck.
Ditto George Worker, who had left the Black Caps camp to help the CD collective, and had delivered with the ball but coughed up just two runs with the bat.
The argument can be stretched to include former Black Cap Jesse Ryder, who asked to be hid somewhere at third man before his duck, as putting his hand up while battling his injury demons.
On his arrival in Napier as CD assistant coach in November, Englishman Ben Smith had said CD were "not carrying anyone".
In just his second full game this summer in T20, the 32-year-old Ryder's inclusion must be questioned considering he had only made one cameo contribution the previous summer in the format.
Ryder failed numerous fitness tests and falls in the same category as former imports who arrived here after the end of English summers and struggled to see through their New Zealand campaigns.
A third season for Ryder? Just ask the CD fans what they think?
It is honourable for the employers to stand by their prodigal son to preserve a fabric of solidarity but is it worth it when he metaphorically can't wake up in time to clock in for work.
First-class batsman Ben Smith, who was overlooked for the best part of the T20 competition, would have been a better long-term investment at 26, especially after the red-ball grafter combined with another, Young, to erect a platform from the shambles for teenager Joshua Clarkson at No 7 to score 53 not out from 31 balls.
Maybe even Manawatu first-class prospect Mitchell Renwick, 23, earmarked for Plunket Shield, would have benefited from that space as a white-ball cultural experience.
The problem is such prudent analysis will simply be brushed off as playing the blame game.
The reality, of course, is there has to be accountability despite the hit-and-giggle nature of T20.
The shame is all the fine statistics of the likes of Worker, Wheeler, Jayawardene, Rance, Bruce, Bracewell, Cleaver and Tickner will be forgotten in the context.
In a glamour format, a Dad's Army teaching the young and restless there's more to cricket than just trade secrets is perhaps coming across much sexier to many.
