Then I got a coach who finally got me, who knew that he couldn’t just tell me to believe it and it will happen, like some dodgy superhero wisdom. He told me that the reason some coaches preach belief in yourself, is because it drives guys to run as fast as they can, headlong into the immovable object. Then he told me the formula all good coaches who tailor their advice, tell the thinking man’s football player. Force equals mass times acceleration.

Chasing Marshal Yanda could be a little foolish – the juice isn’t worth the squeeze when the juice is made up of Danny Watkins, Forrest Lamp and Germain Ifedi. Yanda is like the little passion fruit cup you float on top – sure it’s delicious, but was it worth it when you have to drink three Jeremiah Poutasi’s to get to him?