I questioned my desire to continue playing football
The difference in my team's performance from Wednesday night to Saturday afternoon brings the words chalk and cheese to mind.
Three days later and we have comfortably defeated Berwick - a team we previously couldn't buy a win against - 2-0 on their own patch. Football certainly is a funny old game.
Once again, I have to commend our manager, Harry Cairney, for the way he dealt with our defeat. Personally, I'm not a fan of dissecting a performance immediately after the game, but perhaps at our level we don't get the time to do it any other way.
You can get too carried away with a victory and, similarly, things can be said in the heat of the moment after a defeat; I've been involved in both scenarios.
Harry sat us down for half an hour and calmly asked us questions of ourselves. Why were we so poor? Why was there a lack of hunger and desire?
The questions went on and they were so difficult to answer. Certainly, I couldn't because I just didn't know. Hopefully, it was just a one-off because it's just not normal to have so many players under-performing at the same time.
Harry also asked us to use the days before our next game to ask ourselves questions about our performance and what we could have done better. Although I can't speak for everyone, I can assure you that is exactly what I did.
On nights like last Wednesday, I question whether I think I can continue playing at SFL level for much longer - and, to be honest, I ask if I really want to. My girlfriend, Laura, lives in Aberdeen just now and, without the football, it would be so much easier to see each other.
My work also means that I'm lucky if I get one night every two weeks to myself. That, as well as some of the shouts you get from the sidelines at Galabank, often makes me think about finishing.
I don't want anyone to think I'm feeling hard done-by, but it's just these nights that get me thinking this way. And, the funny thing is, and I was talking to Laura about this in our four hours together in Edinburgh on Sunday, I just wanted the best for the team.
I would have happily accepted my poor performance for an Annan victory, but the fact of the matter was my poor performance affected the team and I contributed to our poorest performance of the season and probably beyond.
I spoke to my Uncle Andrew on Friday night, as I always do, and he asked me about our chances the next day and if I would be playing. Once again, I doubted whether I would start, purely because any of us, with the exception of one or two, could have no complaints if we were sitting on the bench or worse.
What I did tell him was that I really hoped I was playing because I felt very confident in myself and the rest of the players and I felt that we would answer all the questions put to us by the manager as well as any we had put to ourselves.
As it turned out, I was just about on the money. It wasn't necessarily our best performance of the season, but it was possibly our most professional.
We followed our game plan. We got ourselves into a great position at half time with our 2-0 lead and did the right things in the right areas of the park in the second half and it allowed us to kill the game. Harry only had to make substitutions because players were tiring on Saturday, whereas the previous Wednesday he could have picked a name from a hat.
Finally, a great one-liner from that uncle I was talking about earlier. My Papa Richie was watching Jeff Stelling and co on Saturday afternoon when it popped up that I had just put us 1-0 up after 11 minutes.
So, my Papa picks up the phone right away and asks my Uncle if he is watching Sky 405 and, if not, to turn it over because Chris has just scored for Annan. My Uncle Andrew's reply: "Aye, its okay Dad, don't worry, they will correct it in a minute." Even I laughed!