Weird, I had a dream last night I was playing for Liverpool, I don't know why Liverpool, but I was playing right back and I ran so slow, like in mud, I was useless, like I am in real life at football, I didn't understand why they picked me, but Robbie Fowler was there saying how good I was and he gave me his old pair of boots to wear and was my partner of sorts, looking after me and helping me.
We had to run the gauntlet past the Everton stadium to get to the match it was like war, out of the corners and cracks came Everton fans trying to kill us, but we hid in a tree with Sniper rifles and took them all out, my only worry was running out of ammo, I had to keep checking how much I had.
I think the dream then morphed to a game I had at school and we were on our old pitch, I was with my old friends and foes, Robbie was nowhere to be seen and I don't know if we won or even who we played when I was Liverpoool right back, I only know I played bad. When I woke, I actually missed Robbie.