Perhaps i underestimated...

...the effect football has in my life. You may consider that to be quite silly of me considering that i will on an average week play a game of 5's, 7's, and 11 aside football as well as going along to watch the Motherwell game.

So i don't why i'm suprised that now the football season is back i feel the need to post about football. It's not like i don't get to unload my football related angst in the real world. Of all the topics i like to pontificate on it is the easiest one to start a conversation with friends about.

I started this blog largely as way of putting my thoughts into words about general stuff that happens in the world outside my immediate life. As well as talking about things that interest me, sport, music, filmwise etc. I didn't intend to have a weekly Motherwell FC update but it is looking that way at the minute. I did start this blog in the close season when it was fairly easy to ignore, but now the season has started the pernicious effect this club has on my life is becoming more obvious and it isn't helped by results like THIS!

To a neutral i'm sure it was good to watch, goals galore and a match that swung one way and then the other. Watching your team take a 2 goal lead on 3 separate occasions at home only to lose the game is excruciating. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth, we went to sleep just before half time and gifted Utd a sloppy goal and instead of being 2 goals going on 4 or 5 up we had only a slender lead.

Even then goals to put us 3-1 and 4-2 up surely were going to kill the game. Nope, we went and committed football suicide to go 5-4 behind. To make matters even worse in the last 10 minutes after getting over the shellshock we witnessed their keeper make one absolutely blinding save, a defender hoof the ball off the line and had not 1 but 2 stonewall penalty claims denied.

We have big problems at the back and a start to the season that has shown much promise is looking destined to lead only to frustration until we can find a defensive solution. The irony is our manager, assistent manager and most senior coach were excellent defenders in their day. Terry Butcher was once captain of England, Maurice Malpas has plenty Scotland caps and Chris McCart was a good defender for us in his day to, yet this current backline are a complete shambles.