Shut the **** up!

There's nothing worse than the feeling of utter helplessness. Knowing you're the better side and still being at  the wrong end of the scorecard. As the away crowd jeers and boos your lot. Anger welling up inside you.

But there's nothing much you can do about it. Time is running out. Faith seems to have done so a long time ago.

But then again, how much time does one need for a moment of magic. If that's all it takes to silence those bastards, why not? Ask for the ball, take a touch, feint past one marker, get past another, take one more touch and let rip. Wait for a second to watch it sail into the far corner. Before you wheel away in goalscoring glory.

Then comes the customary finger to the lips as you approach the enemy. STFU, y'all!