I was never born to be the dancing, weaving magician on the soccer court. I've always seeked to nullify, to counteract. I battle, I tussle, I hassle.
At my best, I can suffocate the opposition's biggest attacking threat with my speed and determination. I can create goalscoring opportunities with a single pass. I can keep excellent possession of the ball for the team. I can unleash thunderous shots from any position on the court.
At my worst, I am outwitted by quick-thinking, skilful dribblers. I am unable to influence the game, much less decide its outcome single-handedly. I am easily disheartened and discouraged when things go awry. I am too one-dimensional and right-footed in my attacking play. I give the ball away in fatal positions which lead to goals for the opposition.
There's one point important point I haven't mentioned: I hardly approach my best, if at all. So much for being a perfectionist, I guess, when I can't even achieve something remotely close to being above average at the sport I love most.