A week ago, I was ready to hang up my football boots, having endured one on-pitch hiding too many.
With the works team a man short last night, I pulled on the kit once again.
And found a different world. We played well from start to finish, controlling the tempo of an ill-tempered match in which the tackles were occasionally high and late, and in which at least two players were lucky to stay on the pitch after a heated exchange that came close to blows.
I came off the pitch having suffered no new inuries and felt no ill effects from the previous knocks. I even scored as we recorded a 9-6 win in what amounted to a six-pointer.
A week's a long time in football.