Some stuff and some other things.

I don't even know where I am on the season any longer. I suppose there is a champions league thing going on within the next day or so. That's nice.

All in all, this perspective has got me thinking. I think a lot and it usually gets me into trouble. However, I am beginning to understand how certain club players feel at the end of the day.

You sit there, give your all for your club; maybe some internationals thrown into the mix. Then for some reason, things going on in your life or whatever, start distracting you. Your 20+ goal season in the league has now become around 8 - 10 and you're just feeling like you're on cruise control. You've taken the playmaker role and have started to drop a little deep while a younger more pacey finisher has come up from the academy.

You shrug, the captain's band graces your arm. You deserve it. Showing the strength and leadership throughout the seasons, even when the tide of good fortune is rolling out.

Then some yokel starts complaining about you being half the player you used to be and how you haven't scored in a month of Sundays. That setting up plays doesn't make goals.

You scratch your head and look around. Isn't this a team sport? Don't we depend on each other working like a cog to get a final result?

So you thought, as the nimble toed winger dances through the box and you hit the ball just within his reach, so he can round the keeper and put another one into row z. At the end of the day, somehow this is all your fault; a working cog in the machine that has just gone off rails.

Hmm, maybe I should put in that transfer request. I only have 2 years on my contract and it could all end next week by being the recipient of someone's badly time challenge... now where is my agent?

~LeChat