They say you should never tell anyone your dreams because they will never find it as interesting as you do but fuck it, I'm going to tell you anyhow...
So last night I dreamt that I went to an FA Cup final in Leicester City's King Power Stadium. I would like to say that the fact they held a FA Cup final in Leicester was the oddest part but that was just the beginning. As it turned out, Leicester's roads and streets were all rivers – like being in Venice.
I rowed a boat the whole way to the stadium but got held up by road works, which really confused me given the fact that I was in a river. I started to panic due to my lateness so the minute I saw the stadium I jumped out of the boat in a rush to make kick-off but it turned out I wasn't wearing any shoes and my feet were immediately soaked.
Nevertheless I trundled on in through the turnstiles of the main stand but was surprised at the lack of crowd around. In fact there were only two lads about the place who just kept looking at me in a 'What the hell are you doing here?' kind of way. As I made emerged from for the toilets out to the front of the stand I quickly discovered why they would be wondering such a thing...
Turned out I was at Leicester's old Filbert Street ground which now had only one remaining stand which overlooked two of the hilliest GAA pitches I've ever seen. And being from Cavan I've seen my fair share of hilly football pitches.
After realising my mistake I turned on the heels of my socks and ran down the riverbank to eventually reach the King Power Stadium, which I somehow had actually missed on my way down the river earlier. I managed to get seated just as the teams broke out from their pre-match parade but was still very flustered from my rushing around and my wet socks were now really weighing me down.
A young lassie, who sounded as if she was from Northern Ireland, was sitting with her friends next to me and started to take the piss out of my disheveled appearance but in a way and with a smile that made me think 'This one is trying it on with me.'
Anyhow I hadn't time for such distraction; I'd finally made and was looking forward to settling down to enjoy the match, despite the fact that was stuck behind a feckin pillar!
Just before I woke up I managed to take in the Man City pre-match huddle (they were playing Norwich by the way) and the big news is that it featured Tim Krul, Joe Hart and Arturo Vidal. The fact that Pellegrini decided to start with two goalkeepers aside, I guess the main talking point here is that if my dream is anything to go by, the transfers of Vidal and Krul to City are imminent ... And the people of Leicester may need to take out flood insurance.
Has anyone else ever had such odd dreams about sport? We want to hear from you! Tell us your dream and if it makes us laugh we might feature it.
