It seems I just can't get Monday's game out of my mind.
On Thursday night, I dreamt we beat Bristol 1-0 with Bigi getting his first goal, stunning.
Last night, however, was a different story. I took my seat at Ashton Gate and watched a fairly even 70 minutes of football. On 70 minutes we were about to score in a goal-line scramble but then a goal-flash (similar to ones in Football Manager) popped up and told it it was actually Swansea (?!) who had gone 1-0 up against somebody or other. I was then back in my seat at the ground and, to my horror, Bristol had gone 1 up and the game ended that way.
Monday can't come soon enough, it's all too much for my head to take!
Last night I dreamt we were just about to take a penalty and a rhino in pyjamas ran on to the field and stole the ball and President Sarkozy put his head in his hands and shouted "triple shit" while a skiffle group sat at the back of the stands playing Lonnie Donegan songs in the nude.
Just so glad it was one of my more normal dreams for a change.
Last night I dreamt we were just about to take a penalty and a rhino in pyjamas ran on to the field and stole the ball and President Sarkozy put his head in his hands and shouted "triple shit" while a skiffle group sat at the back of the stands playing Lonnie Donegan songs in the nude.
Just so glad it was one of my more normal dreams for a change.
Last night I dreamt we were just about to take a penalty and a rhino in pyjamas ran on to the field and stole the ball and President Sarkozy put his head in his hands and shouted "triple shit" while a skiffle group sat at the back of the stands playing Lonnie Donegan songs in the nude.
Just so glad it was one of my more normal dreams for a change.