DREAM REPORT. lol (spoiler: it ended much better in my dream)
Alright folks, here is the story for you to laugh about:
Last night I had a dream of Everton playing against City in the area where my country house is located ('dacha' actually, as we call it).
The scene itself is laughable cause our pitch was a small patch of land 30-35 yards long and nice metal posts but without a net. The place was on the edge of the forest facing the last line of housing. Just as it was when I was a teenager.
So we were 1-3 down and yours truly somehow how managed to step up as sub. My first touch on the ball was so f-g poor that I thought to myself if I was watching this I would boo the hell out of this guy. However, I conspired with Allan (somehow he was on the pitch but little he looked like Allan), and scored three times. Don't remember who else hit the target, but the final score was 6-4 for Everton, suddenly half a dozen Middle East looking women from Mahli or something, showed up in our box and start to accusing me (don't remember the reason, something about femininity).
When I was waking up for the very short moment, I was very proud of myself to score goals and change the game lol, and then I was just smiling understanding the absurdity of the whole thing.
A bit sad thing is that this playing pitch of ours doesn't exist anymore. While playing we used to cursing and swearing so loud that the guy from nearby fed up with this. His garden door was just facing the place with only a small earth-road dividing us. So he dug out the metal posts and plowed the whole f-g thing, and sow spruces, and now there are tall trees leveling with forest.