You enter the field of play to a rapturous applause. This is your first start this season, since a nasty bout of food-poisoning has rendered much of the team incapable. The inquest suggests sour milk past its sell-by-date from an unknown supplier. But that's not important now. It's you and Ian 'Wrighty' Wright ready for the kick off. He nudges the ball to you.
Do you?
Take a shot.
Pass to a team mate.
GO SOLO!
Cleverly miss-kick the ball in order to lull the opposition into a false sense of security.