To paraphrase Iker Casillas, being a doctor is like being a goalkeeper: it doesn& #39;t matter how many you save, people will always remember the ones you didn& #39;t.

Of course, what Iker Casillas won& #39;t say, whether because of an out-of-vogue sense of Madridismo or the goalkeeper& #39;s isolation in responsibility, is that it& #39;s almost never* the goalkeeper& #39;s sole mistake that leads to a goal.

*Sorry, Hugo Lloris.

Your club& #39;s president splurges six-dollar figures on superfluous strikers before investing in defense. Your defenders keep leaving you the only person in your half because they& #39;re too busy chasing goals on the other end of the pitch.

Nobody wants the defender& #39;s unglamorous job, where real success looks a lot like not doing anything at all, and only the insane want to be goalkeepers.

It& #39;s fine, because when the ball hits the net and the team crashes out of the competition, no one looks at the club administration, at years of neglecting youth development and focusing on high-profile transfers instead of looking at what your team really needs.