How bad have we become that last night I had a football dream that didn't involve ITFC.
I was attending a game at Wembley between AFC Wimbledon and Fleetwood Town, who had just been taken over by The Sultan of Brunai. The Sultan paid for their entire allocation of tickets and gave them out free, he also paid for travel. Demand meant that Wembley sent him tickets from blocks that Wimbledon couldn't sell meaning Fleetwood had 60,000 and Wimbledon 25,000 in an 85,000 crowd.
Pimball Wizard and I were in attendance supporting Wimbledon and for some reason the Sultan was wearing a white military style uniform, like this...
I can't remember the score only that things became weird after that...
I went to the toilet at Wembley and the cubicle door deposited me in a 50th floor apartment where an ex-girlfriend appeared (looking exactly like she did when I last saw her, decades ago) but before things could get "interesting" I got a severe case of vertigo and had to be dragged to the lift by mini-Kiss (yes I watched Mall Cop 2 the other night).
Once on ground floor I was fine, and ground floor was a large bar in a marquee, like you get at events (like fanzone at PR but bigger) where I once again met up with Pimball Wizard, this time in the company of Johnny Boy and Johnhoz. We were watching TV on a large screen but when the match highlights came on some woman picked up the remote control and changed it to Coronation street.
We went outside and the Sultan passed us in a golden horse drawn carriage that had black cats climbing all over it.
That's all I can remember.
Long gone are the dreams of scoring a winning goal v Manure at Old Trafford in front of a stunned Stratford End, thankfully also long gone are the ones where I found myself naked in the North Stand (post 92 pre 2001 configuration)
Posting under football though link tenuous [Post edited 5 Jun 2020 10:09]
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