I saw a pigeon being run over last night. It was horrible. It was run over once and it's wings were still flapping afterwards. Then it was run over again. This time only one wing was flapping. A kind motorist then took aim and flattened the poor creature, it's body by now stuck onto said motorists back wheel.

Why did I watch with such morbid fascination? I could easily have looked away.

I've been looking for a clever coaching perspective on the whole thing, but nothing has come to me.

Perhaps is was nothing more than that - morbid fascination.