I woke up with this strange feeling that something odd had happened during the night, and this time it wasn’t about my 2,5-year old standing in the kitchen asking for cereals and strawberries at 2AM with a smile.
So when my head got a bit clearer I got the picture: All of a sudden Didier Drogba knocked on my door, I let him in and he started to juggle with a ball standing on one foot in the sofa. He then told me that a taxi was waiting downstairs and there was Fredrick, kind of Mr Taxi in Malta, with his shiny BMW. We jumped in, and guess who was sitting there? Samuel Eto´o.
Drogba and Eto’o did a high-five, they played some cool music, we drove towards St Julians and Spinola Bay and at the end, both agreed to sign for Manchester City… and then I woke up.
Cruel, cruel world. Has this something to do with African Cup of Nations? I guess so. Ivory Coast are playing on Monday and Cameroon on Wednesday. Some defenders might find it a nightmare to face Drogba and Eto ´o. But if you back them you might get lucky.