AFTER a Saturday night of having my old high school buddy embarrass me at a bar by giving his impression of "The Robot" before performing a Star Trek dance (yes, apparently there is one) – this was in front of single women - I needed something that wouldn't drive me to a cringing suicide: step forward, A-League Round 15.

OK, OK, a Saturday night of Andy Harper describing Sergio Van Dijk's goal (perhaps the closest a human voice box has ever come to replicating the sound of a Vespa engine) and a Sunday of David Basheer's statistics (which take up more time than his commentary of the actual game) might not be the best tonic but it will do under the circumstances.

I guess I'll give a rap to Queensland as I start looking back on an epic weekend of domestic adventures, Sergio Van Dijk proving that he's not just a pretty face with a wonderful finish (A-League strikers take note: you are allowed to shoot on target).

As much as Frank Farina is, well, Frank Farina, he deserves credit for his work at Roar, even if he is simply building on the foundations laid by Miron Bleiberg.

A penchant for a fairly attacking, energetic style of football and faith in youth have served him pretty well (Tommy Oar looked decent and upset Ante Covic – what a fight that would have been).

It's a simple formula: fast players with stamina generally run rings around older dudes.

Which brings me to Sydney FC.

I'm going to be honest with you. I only watched that match in parts (I plan to indulge myself in the football cuisine served at Bluetongue later on this evening though) but the sheer fact that the scoreline read Central Coast 2 Sydney 1 made up for my Dr Spock encounter on the dance floor.

It's not so much that Sydney lost but that Central Coast won.

McKinna and his side seem to have been branded in some quarters as long-ball merchants (your thoughts, dudes and dudettes?) but every time I see them play, they entertain me.

A stark contrast to Wellington Phoenix, who this year have decided to regress to a style of football that at times borders on the aesthetic appeal of Neil Emblen playing as a lone striker * shudder *.

I'd start talking about Perth but to be honest, I got to bed at around 6 this morning and still don't have a girlfriend – my priorities, as you can tell, lie elsewhere.

And a congrats to Adelaide for not conceding six goals. Actually, I thought they were pretty unlucky...and after seeing Robert Cornthwaite's performance, I am wondering what might have been if he had the chance to squish Ronaldo. Sigh...

Still though, you loyal blog followers are a source of unbridled joy in my otherwise pointless existence (except for that one time where I gave this French chick directions at the beach – a pretty big moment for moi) and as such, I will reward you with my standard question of the week:

How many times have you actually argued with your Football Manager game whilst playing? (My count is about 10)