My name is Cesc Fabregas and I play football. Last night I had a dream.
In my dream I saw red. It was everywhere I turned.
The match was between my team and another whose crest looked like a hungry bird.
They had this tall
chap – Steven Gerrard , I think he was called who seemed to be
everywhere at the same time. The way those guys were playing – I
thought it must surely be true that they never walk alone.
I dreamt that I
chased after the ball for a long time, but anytime I got to the goal
post of the opposition there seemed to be a set of giants there and all
I could see were numbers – 5, 17, 37, 22. I just could not see my way
through these figures blocking my view of the net. Or was it possible
that our opponents had buried something in the net that prevented me
from seeing clearly anytime I got to their goal post? I may need to
have a detailed discussion with my Ivorian team mate Emmanuel Eboue
about this… African players seem to have a better understanding of
this strategy.
As I was chasing
the ball, I heard a loud voice thunder in my ears, “you really should
tell your manager to buy more star players – even if he has to beg,
borrow or steal….. this way you won’t have to run yourself ragged and
can fully mind your own business in mid field and attack. And more
importantly, you won’t have to worry about the scores of the matches of
the Red Devils or the blues!”
Respite and other games
Just as I was
about to tell the voice to back off… it screamed, “the Red Devils and
The Blues have scored in their different games and at this rate you
will not have any silverware to show off this season again.” This last
comment was too much for me to bear and I dashed like a man pursued by
a hound of dogs towards the goal post of my opponent but my team mates
seem to have disappeared. I felt very lonely, I must confess. Enough is
enough, I thought, I must walk off this pitch and move to one where the
pitch seems greener and the team’s cupboard is full of silverware. I
would like to see a bit more of colour – navy blue and wine perhaps?
Whilst I stood contemplating my next move, I saw the ball whistle past
my head like a bullet. I glanced round in amazement and saw it was my
amiable mate Abou Diaby who had kicked the ball hard and scored too.
That was enough to get my feet moving again… I raised my hands high
to applaud the goal, way high above my head, I just felt the ball brush
my hands, honestly, I did not see or know the ball had been kicked by
the never walk alone team.
Suddenly, I had a loud roar, which startled me awake. It was the
crowd acknowledging the end of the game and our retention of 3rd
position on the league table! The Red devils Drew and the blues failed
to win. This was no dream after all! Go Gunners!
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