Sometimes sitting at home I’ve thought to myself “If I could just get on that pitch I could show them what I could do.” I’ll indulge these fantasies and the contract that I would inevitably receive after running on, scoring a goal and then being asked to join in. It used to work on the payground! Then my brain drags me back into the real world and I comfort myself with another bowl of cereal.
It seems animals dont have that off witch and when they’ve just got to be on the pitch- they’re getting on that pitch!! The results? Being carried off like a giant hairy baby or having a giant human dive on top of you and drag you off (pretty impressive catch though if we’re honest).