So I play in goal, a *lot* I would say more that more often than anyone else in our group.
The problem is I hate it.
Being a goalkeeper requires excellent reactions, the ability to spot a weakness in your own teams formation and nerves of steel because when you mess up it *will* result in failure for your team. Don't get me wrong when things go well as a keeper its a great feeling but unfortunately for me those times are few and far between. Instead I have extended periods of being stood around with nothing to do and then quickly having jump back into the game because its now 1 on 1 with an opposing forward.
I end up goal nearly every game because...well no one else will do it and out of the people who do play I have the most experience of being a keeper, which is a bit depressing to think I've had more experience at failure as a keeper than any other position I would rather be playing. Other people are worse at me in the position but only because they have never ever stepped into my shoes/boots/gloves for more than a short time. Instead have to suffer until we're so far behind that it wouldn't make a difference what position I played. This is all because when I'm in goal there is no defense because that is where I would rather be playing, in defense doing something I'm much better at but also have the added bonus of *enjoying* it.
I'm no footballer, I've never even watched a full football game and I don't support a team either. So for me I play football pretty much for the sole reason of added exercise. Unfortunately like I said earlier there are 3 things that I end up doing:
1) Stand still for incredibly long periods of time and in the rain its even more depressing.
2) Have to run a-l-l the way back to pick up the ball because no one can shoot straight
3) Someone scores and I have to listen to keeper advice from people who would never and have never been in net for more than 10 minutes at a time.
I actually worked out that if I stood at the end of my garden and occasionally ran down to the bottom and finish off by calling myself a "tit" and walk back inside feeling cold and cheesed off. I could perfectly simulate football on a Sunday (but save on petrol).
We have finished for the year now but I dread having to start up again next year with their "are you going to go in net if not we're not going to pick you" attitude.