"I remember watching the mighty red devils growing up as a boy in a squalid flat. We'd cry ourselves to sleep every night after watching them play. Fitful, restless nights, it was hard. Often my parents would see me thrashing around in my sleep, dreaming that I was scoring the winning goal in the Europa League final group sages second qualifying round in Azerbaijan, I'd say in my sleep "this is manshes united..." over and over."
"One day, my birthday, I received a signed Macheda shirt. We cried and cried for hours. We had rats, we named the biggest one Bruno and over time I taught him tricks. His favorite one was to fall down theatrically when nobody was around him."
'But my parents always told me to keep dreaming, and one day I will have to chance to turn down champions league football to play instead for Manchester United, paid hundreds of thousands a week regardless of how you play, have every nervous touch booed. That is when you know you have made it. When united come knocking you just say yes. Yes to no more trying. Yes to failure. Yes to Gucci, Lamborghini and Alderley Edge. How could I turn them down?"
For BBC Snort
By Simon Stoned