Conkers

I had a dream last night that Chelsea had beaten Manchester United to the Champions League trophy tomorrow. After which I promptly woke up, realising with relief that the game hadn’t yet been played.

This could be a sign. I’ve had them before, if only a few. Saying that, I am quite ill at the moment, I have a bad chest and throat. Maybe what it was really saying to me was that Chelsea would only escape victorious if the Manc players were somehow poisoned?

We’ll see tomorrow night…

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