Last night I had an extremely rare football dream.
We were playing brilliantly, dominating and stroking it about, but the ball wouldn't go in. We hit post and bar countless times, scrambles off the line. And then conceded a sucker goal. Naismith (Everton) scored it. At which point he and everyone in the ground turned round to point at me and laugh, mockingly. I was seething. Fuming.
For good measure we then leaked another. Same routine.
Then I woke up.
Hope it has no relevance for today.
COYY.
(I'd take a point right now.)
Posted By: Under soil heating, Oct 18, 09:37:22
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