Awakening at 03:00 last night, for some strange reason, I found myself unable to get back to sleep.
Lying there I couldn`t help but think about the predicament our football club finds itself in. Six points from safety with ten games left and only three Premier League victories all season, it`s a right old sorry tale.
I could hear the words of Roy Hodgson in my head, words that try to give us all hope, words such as,
It`s not impossible with regards to staying up.
Next to me, the wife twitches in her sleep but doesn`t awaken; I`m all alone in my thoughts, thoughts that are now racing through my mind preventing me from getting back to sleep.
Ten games to go, ten games to define our immediate future, is Roy right, is it possible that we can survive?
Ten games, five wins could well be enough and then it hits me like a sledgehammer, out of those ten games, six are away from home and we all know how well we travel at the moment, don`t we!
I lie back down, sleep is impossible now; I think of those remaining ten fixtures and of an improbable escape. If we do it, it`ll be the things dreams are made of. Dreams, something I`ll not be experiencing unless I can get back to sleep.
Day is now starting to break, the birds have started singing, the sun is coming over the horizon and despite tiredness enveloping my body, I haul my sturdy frame out of bed, it`s another day ahead, another day in which anything could happen and another day to dream about survival.
Is it possible that, against all the odds we can survive?
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