As I take my place in the hot seat, I can see their eyes in the mirror, beaming at me, waiting to begin, I want to crawl away and shiver.
And it begins …….
You could have done this! You could have done that, You could have passed it here, You could have shouted, you could have dropped back, You hit it but was nowhere near?
What do you think you could have done better? How do you think you can improve? What can you take from the game today? Why weren’t you always on the move?
I dread this at the end of the match, I feel like I’m on the stand, and those that sit in the front of the car, are judge and jury of all the land.
I’m learning each time and will make mistakes, What I take from today’s game, is playing with my mates, I had reasons for not shouting, I had reasons for not dropping in, But you weren’t on the pitch today so you can’t possibly begin to understand all of my reasons for everything I do.
I play my game through me, it never is through you! So please do not interogate me, you’re really destroying my game, Let my journey home be filled with praise, What your doing is starting to drain…
My enthusiasm and my enjoyment, questioning all that I do, always try to remember I play my game for ME not you !!
