I'm dreaming, as that's where yesterday's match has left me.
I'm dreaming that this time the break won't halt the progress we showed against Spuds.
I'm dreaming that all our lads come back fit, fresh and motivated for the run in.
I'm dreaming that Chelski draw or lose a couple more away games in the next few weeks and we keep winning, and that that gap steadily shrinks as we get to the last few games of the season. Pressure, you see. The pressure that comes from having to look over your shoulder at the rapidly-closing juggernaut of LFC.
I'm still dreaming, Liverpool, in spite of what you did to me in January.
I guess I'll never stop. As long as there's the slimmest chance. Dream on, Dream on with hope in your hearts.
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