As my wife said to me the other day, 'they only play two games a week, how can they be tired?'. Fair point, although I did try to argue the case, but wives are not there to be argued against. Scully wasn't tired, he was running around like the proverbial headless chicken – I have compared him, at times, to that keen kid at school who just chases the ball, but isn't quite good enough or quick enough to get it. I think he's a great little player, but for me, he's not a wide sort of player. He just seemed to be off it from the first whistle. Trying too hard, perhaps?