The striker is coming. I go out and catch the ball. The striker has already started to shoot and hits my head with his iron studs.

I have to move a striker away from the post and nail my knee to the post

I have to jump to the post. I bang my head against it.

That was not all. There are more nightmares about me coming soon. It's the nightmares of my sleepless nights. It's just the ones chasing me in the gate.