So much so for perfecting my skills as a forward. Friday night out with the missus ended up with me leaving the restaurant early feeling somewhat queasy.
She stayed behind with the others and I managed to get back, pay off the baby sitter and get ready for bed.
This is perhaps the kind of early to bed attitude that makes for goal scoring. But that's not why I was doing it. I felt unwell. And I didn't even attempt to try and turn out for the match.
That would have been silly. Especially since I would have conked out at work.
So all in all disappointment for not being able to enjoy my night out with my girl and a certain amount of misery for not being able to go out and play.
Prepare for next week.
As for the causes of the ailment. The missus says it is a virus. Me I think it's something in the air.