I think thereβs a danger I could run out of ideas. Seven green arrows in eight Gameweeks should indicate progress but, looking at the gap in the contributors league and the chasm between myself and Granville, it seems that my efforts have been little more than powder puff. I need to find a boost in a season which, to this point, has offered few opportunities for those looking to make up ground.
Much as I like the fella, Luis Suarez hasnβt helped matters. Last weekend provided yet more evidence that itβs almost suicidal to peel the armband from the Uruguayan’s bicep. The option to take a risk with the captaincy doesnβt look a viable strategy for the straggling Fantasy manager. Iβve tried that route and, while Luis let me get away with it by drawing two blanks, even that gamble had little impact.
So where do I turn next? As Iβve mentioned, Granville doesnβt have any apparent chinks in his armour. His squad looks settled, his budget far in advance of my own βΒ if anything the Wildcard will hand him further advantage. Iβm faced with having to take some calculated risks but, such a decision also threatens to derail my run of green arrows and begs the question, when do you allow mini-league rivalries to influence your overall decision making?
A few weeks back I decided to don the blinkers, ignore the mini-league scenario and set about saving face. Iβve gradually climbed the ranks and so, naturally, I have to conclude that Iβm on a gradual path of progress. It feels cosy and safe but, equally, I can’t help thinking that Granvilleβs has his slippers on and is running the foamy bath of victory.
Should I continue to look at the bigger picture? Maybe if I continue to play safe and go with template signings β Mesut Ozil being my latest β I will ensure an ascent up the ranks and I may yet even avoid my lowest ever Fantasy Premier League finish. However, I canβt help consider that, if I allow the Fantasy Sat Nav to keep me on this comfortable path, Granville has it won. I swear when it advised me to turn to Ozil there was a Manchester twang in its voice.
To this point Iβve been subdued with the risk taking. Iβve veered off to take an occasional hit, taken the Edin Dzeko detour β nothing too outlandish. Clearly, it’s had little effect.
My latest half-baked plan is to use my third forward slot in rotation β attempting to hit a Gameweek sweet spot and find some double-figure differentials. It will be hatched later today but, if this also fails to make an instant impression, Iβm faced with having to decide to either stay on this path of safety and effectively concede or go for broke and risk inviting the red arrows.
Sooner or later the Sat Nav will tell me to turn to Ramsey. Iβve a feeling that, by then, my season will be at the crossroads.
