Been worrying about this game all night, really do think we could get battered. Just woke up after a disturbing dream involving Russell.
He was somehow in my house, sitting at the dining table and I’m about to watch Leicester on the tv. I check the team sheet and it’s the weirdest ****ing team I’ve ever seen. All I remember now is that the goalkeeper was Widow Twankey, the midfield two are Bobby Reid and it just says Bobby Reid’s mate (?) and up front is Jordan ****ing Ayew.
A big row ensues and i’m accusing him of sabotage, deliberately trying to get the boot etc. He starts getting really violent and picks up a knife, I crack him over the head with this weird rectangular, green teapot. He drops down, seemingly dead and I’m panicking about what to do next, that’s when I woke up.
Not sure what all this means (I did eat a bag of Haribo before bed), but I’m not convinced it’s a good omen 🥴