WHO WOULD be a goalkeeper? Endless minutes of high tension with brief moments of pure adrenalin-pumping terror. Screaming yourself hoarse at a backline who never seem to listen, then trying to block out the opposition crowd winding you up every time you take a goal kick.

Reading the play with eyes like a hawk then sprinting for your life to try and close down a one-on-one situation with a man specifically trained to make you look stupid.

And sometimes - just sometimes - that feeling of utter elation when you fly, reach, spin and deflect a ball that was destined to be a goal until you decided to rewrite history and undo fate.

It's a life.

On Sunday afternoon Eugene Galekovic showed, once again, why he is the best goalkeeper in the A-League. Why Adelaide United prize him so dearly. Why, despite all the losses, Adelaide will always be one up on Victory while Eugene guards our goal. (They let him go...they let him go....!!)

Robbie Cornthwaite's suicidal clearance ("I only did it because Eugene looked bored. Honest!") gifted the ball to Fury's most dangerous player on the night, a certain Mr McBreen. Unlike some other shots, Mr M hit this one like a rocket towards the bottom right hand corner.

He must have been celebrating the moment he hit it. That is, until Eugene - with zero time to react - managed to fling himself down and deflect it around the post. The speed of the reaction was startling. Pure instinct fed by assiduous training.

Imagine Mr M's grief and horror when, early in the second half, he hits another beautiful shot that had "GOOOAAALLL!!" written all over it, only to see Eugene fly through the air and tip it over. When McBreen had yet another great chance later on, he hit it into the side netting. I think it was on purpose. He knew Eugene was going to save anything on target.

Goalkeeping is a  heartbreaking profession. Ask Michael Theoklitos. Ask Ben Kennedy. Ask poor Paul Henderson, for whom the bright lights and sunny skies of Leicester must look increasingly attractive in retrospect. But for some, it can be the road to heaven. Eugene's on that road.

Not that he doesn't make mistakes. Last year's Grand Final was decided by a goal that Eugene would have saved nine times out of ten. Shit happens. It's how you respond as a keeper that makes all the difference. Every week the Red boys look back at their goal and they see a man who cares deeply about his club and about the game. Eugene could never have been a diplomat. He's transparent and mouthy.

Fortunately for us, he decided to do what he was made to do. Fly.

If it ain't broken don't fix it.

Well, Viddie said it wasn't broken, it was just that the parts were a bit rusty. Forgive me if I'm not convinced. We were lucky to go into half time on even terms. Owusu was isolated again. Sarkies, Hughes and (to a lesser extent) Pantelis were insipid in the first half. The heart of midfield was in cardiac arrest and the attacking thrust was floppy.

Second half - different story. It's not going too far to suggest that when Travis Dodd starts to play he takes the team with him. He's not everyone's cup of tea as captain but he showed what he can do when he decides it's time to fire up. Maybe that's what Viddie means about the structure working. Fair enough, it looked good. It just doesn't do it all that much. We have to remember Fury are rock-bottom. There's still work to do.

But credit where it's due. The back four looked pretty decent again. Fyfe is earning his money. Both he and Rudan should have had goals. Rudan's after a sublime little header from Hangtime.  Jamo also looked on the way back to the class we know he's capable of. Viddie's pulled a decent defence out of thin stocks at the moment.

Lucas put away a goal of real class, proving that he has the skills. Well done, Pants. Next week, start from there.

Viddie also pulled off the substitution of the season so far. He thinks Leckie is "special". So do we, Viddie. So does the rest of the country. If he can keep that up then he's going to be the find of the year. A brilliant run, the refusal to lay it off to Owusu (who never would have had the pace to make the goal from where he was), the neat backheel turn, the refusal to dive in the box when the defender was all over him and the composure to look up, make a decision and place the ball perfectly past the despairing Henderson.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

The next few weeks are going to tell us whether we're in with a shout of the finals. Barbiero will come back. Reid will come back. Marrone will come back. We might well see our best team on the field in three weeks time. And - we're only one win away from top spot. It's a strange year.

Did I mention......."C'MON YOU REDS!!!!!"