Suddenly I dozed off and I was in another world.

whistle. Alan Shearer passed the ball to Robert who punted it up. Ryan Giggs and I ran for the ball but I was the quicker out of the two. I nutmeged Gary Neville and Silvestre before putting the ball over Barthez’s baldhead and into the net. The first half dragged on, with me scoring 35 goals, Alan Shearer scoring 10, Bellamy scoring 6 and Manchester United getting one shot on target. The second half started badly. Manchester United shot another one on target. Shay Given hit the ball up and then went to sleep. His defence would wake him up if they needed him but the chances were that Manchester United were not going to get another shot on target. Roy Keane, suddenly pushed Alan Shearer for no reason so not only did Keane get a red card but Newcastle also got a free kick from the half way line. I chose to take the free kick and I kicked the ball hard. The ball curled in the air and Barthez tried to jump for it but was too late. It entered the bottom, left hand corner of the net and it probably was the best goal seen by any one. I ran around the pitch laughing with happiness. The referee suddenly blew his whistle. I could not believe that we had just beaten Manchester United, 87-0 in the Worthington cup. I ran up the stairs leading my teammates to claim the Worthington cup. My hands were reaching towards the handles of the Worthington cup when suddenly something weird happened. I was back in my small, sickening bedroom and something smelt.       Oh my god, there was fire everywhere. I must have been daydreaming when the fire started. I heard the fireman call out for me but there was no escape. The fire went onto my clothes then my body as I started to die.