There's one good thing about the football at the moment. The matches are in the morning so they're over and done with and you can get on with the rest of the day.
There's no time for pre match nerves. The kind of thing I suffer from.
So I viewed a 9am start with very mixed feelings. Upside was that I would be home for lunch. Downside was that I would have to get up early to wend my way to the venue.
When I set my alarm it was for 7.15am. Early early I thought. But not really because I get up half an hour before that to go to the swimmig pool during the week.
So in fact it was a lie-in. Lazy boy.
Perhaps that sluggishness was transmitted to the team. For here was an immensely winnable cup match against lower league opposition but as norma when 15 of our team turn up, we were useless.
Well it was one particularly bad formation which cost us two goals. I scored so that's the third of the season in four games. That's not a bad strike rate for a midfielder.
But they've all been face saving exercises adn have never come to put us in the lead. Maybe I should take a lead and go up front.
Maybe I should take a lead and be more up front.
I went home and said to the missus - same old story when they're 15 of us. She asked me if I'd made my observations known. I reminded her that this was the team that voted to stay in the second division so that people could turn up and play. The idea was to win but not at all costs.
Better to have 15 turning up and to lose on a Saturday morning than eight saps in the dressing room wondering why the others haven't bothered to come.