What a peculiar night it was. I watched the Liverpool match and fell asleep on the couch during the first half of the Man Utd match. Have you ever started dreaming while the tv is on in the background, and the tv show becomes all mixed up with your dream? There I was, the goalkeeper in a Premier League match. Somehow I was playing in goal, something I have never done, in fact I was a striker in my junior soccer days, and never played seniors. Strangely I was not sure who I was playing for, but as the game unfolded I worked it out that Man Utd were playing Everton, and to my amazement I realised I was in goal for Everton.
I felt weird, because I was out of my depth, but nobody on the pitch seemed to realise who I was, and they assumed I was a regular keeper. I knew I wouldnt be able to stop the ball going in the net, and just hoped against hope that my defence could keep it out. In the first half, two times the ball went into the net past me, but both times I quickly grabbed it out from the net and nobody seemed to notice. The shots were so weak, from so far out, I think they all assumed that I had saved the ball. The crowd knew, and they were jeering me for bad sportsmanship, and all I could think about was how the players and referee would find out about my dishonesty at half time. Never mind, it was exciting this business of playing Premier League, and I was gonna make the most of every minute.
Man Utd had a corner, and I wandered over to Ronaldo, and whispered to him that I thought he was the best player in the League, and he winked at me and said, hey thanks for saying so. I started to gain in confidence, and when I took the goal kicks I was kicking it right up to the edge of the penalty box and people started to compliment me on it. Even the ref was remarking on it, but thats the way dreams are, weird at times, nothing makes much sense. Something else was weird and didn't make sense, Steven Gerrard was playing against me, and he realised I was not too good, and started to take shots from the half way line. It was not until I woke up that I realised the fact that he didnt play for United, but then again it didnt seem all that weird at the time when my dad brought the sliced orange quarters out for us at half time.
The climax of the dream came when I was to face a penalty, and I was petrified, but to narrow the angle I moved out to only one yard in front of the ball, which made me even more scared, although the ref didnt seem to notice so all that remained was the decision of which way to dive. Luckily, I went the right way, and then woke up. I just hope the next time I drift off to the football, I can be a striker!!!!!!
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