let me offer an analogy at the risk of being chastised for bringing up the 60s. When Eintracht FC played a friendly at Old Trafford in 64 we beat one of the finest European/English teams ever assembled 3-2. They had already lost three in a row and this was their fourth. To make matters worse, it was a loss to a German side and that made it doubly painful. It would be easy to have gone home and sulked, licked your wounds, snarled at the wife or girlfriend, but the likes of Charlton, Stiles, Law, Crerand, and others on the team took us out to a local pub and we drank until 4 in the morning. We talked football and shared stories of those we had played against and would like to have. It completely relaxed both sides. Two days later, we ran into the tremendous trio of Martin Peters, Geoff Hurst, and the great Bobby Moore. We took it on the chin 3-0. The first time we had been shut out in two years and by an English squad no less. (LOL) I would venture that a night out might well be a relaxing way to relieve tension and not dwell on the current run of bad showings. I do not know if Jimmy had them out early the next morning or not, but sometimes you have to get away from your problems and relax. If you don't, they will eat you alive on the inside. gforever