A little old lady toddles into her doctor’s office and takes a seat.
“What seems to be troubling you madam?” her doctor asks.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” the little old lady admits, “I’m suffering with chronic flatulence.”
“I see,” says her doctor. “And when did this begin?”
“It’s been a little over a week. Fortunately, so far, they’ve been silent and odorless.”
The doctor looks down and begins to scribble on his prescription pad as he asks, “And it’s chronic?”
“That’s right,” the little old lady confirms.
“In fact, I’ve released some pressure, shall we say, several times since I entered your office and at least twice more whilst in the waiting room, unbeknownst to anyone.”
The doctor finishes his scribble on his prescription pad, tears off the top sheet and hands it across the desk to the little old lady.
“This ought to do the trick,” he says. “Be sure to schedule another appointment with my receptionist before you leave to come back in a week’s time so we can check on your progress. And make sure you take the prescription in its entirety.”
The little old lady folds the prescription in half and slides it into her handbag before she rises out of the chair.
“Yes doctor. Thank you doctor,” she replies.
The doctor smiles in response and the little old lady leaves his office.

A week later the little old lady returns for her scheduled follow-up appointment. She settles into the chair opposite the desk to her doctor and clutches her handbag in her lap.
“How did you respond to the medication I prescribed?” the doctor asks.
“Terrible!” the little old lady  says.
“Terrible? How so?” her doctor asks.
“It’s gotten worse!” the little old lady says. “The flatulence is as bad as ever, and to make matters worse, since I began taking the medication you prescribed, they’ve developed a ghastly odor!”
“Excellent,” the doctor says as he begins to scribble on a fresh sheet of his prescription pad. The little old lady almost topples out of her chair.
“Excellent? How can you say such a thing?” she asks.
“Well, we’ve taken care of whatever was the matter with your sinuses.” the doctor says as he hands the little old lady her latest prescription. “Now, let’s see what we can do about your hearing.”

Just like the flatulent little old lady, we believe what we believe because we think we are right. Even when the outcomes of ourbeliefs deliver results contradictory to our expectations. These beliefs are known as biases; and soccer, along with the vast majority of every aspect of our existence, is riddled with them. Read More