Oh dear. Oh dear indeed. If only words could explain how bad you can be at something you're supposed to be 'ok' at, then f**king shit would come close to my squash abilities yesterday. Now I don't claim to be Amr Shabana, well for starters I'm not Egyptian, 32, a former World number one, living legend, left handed or going bald. By the way folks, he would be the, lets say, Roger Federer of the squash World. This weekend was arguably the biggest tournament in Sweden for amateurs and running in parallel, the Swedish Open, for the pros.
Leading up to this event I have been actually playing well for a change, yes believe it or not. My head is screwed on and my limbs are intact and working (no, nothing sexual of course). I had quite a bit of confidence not just because of this, but also my first round opponent was a very beatable guy.
However, despite my recent form, it apparently counted for jack shit as I really choked, yes, totally blew it. My style of play (if you can count 'useless' as a style) is somewhat relaxed, which might come across as lazy, which people love to inform me about (yes thanks again), but stepping on court on Friday it felt just God awful, just a piss poor attempt.
Yes, I'm moaning, but it's a frustrating feeling I'm sure we've all had, where we have some expectation from ourselves and it just didn't come together for whatever reason. My excuses include, I'm half blind, half crippled and fully English (= semi-retarded).
The positive from this is, well, it can't get any worse (I really mean that). I'm going to put even more effort in to silence my critics (all one of them.....that would be me of course). Next time the gloves will come off, I will put away any chocolate teapots I have lying around, as I most definitely don't want to jump aboard the useless train.
Next stop, club championships in a couple of weeks. Hopefully I'll draw the former number 1 in Sweden in the first round. Bring it on.
Leading up to this event I have been actually playing well for a change, yes believe it or not. My head is screwed on and my limbs are intact and working (no, nothing sexual of course). I had quite a bit of confidence not just because of this, but also my first round opponent was a very beatable guy.
However, despite my recent form, it apparently counted for jack shit as I really choked, yes, totally blew it. My style of play (if you can count 'useless' as a style) is somewhat relaxed, which might come across as lazy, which people love to inform me about (yes thanks again), but stepping on court on Friday it felt just God awful, just a piss poor attempt.
Yes, I'm moaning, but it's a frustrating feeling I'm sure we've all had, where we have some expectation from ourselves and it just didn't come together for whatever reason. My excuses include, I'm half blind, half crippled and fully English (= semi-retarded).
The positive from this is, well, it can't get any worse (I really mean that). I'm going to put even more effort in to silence my critics (all one of them.....that would be me of course). Next time the gloves will come off, I will put away any chocolate teapots I have lying around, as I most definitely don't want to jump aboard the useless train.
Next stop, club championships in a couple of weeks. Hopefully I'll draw the former number 1 in Sweden in the first round. Bring it on.
