Last night I dreamt that I was sitting by the touchline, waiting for this summer’s FA Cup Final to start and, as is customary with dreams, was having an endless cycle of frustration -in this case, trying to connect my laptop to my online bookies to put a bet on before the match started.

In the dream, The Final was between Everton and Middlesbro' and I was trying to bet on Middlesbro'. I’d like to think of this as an uncanny nostradamus-like premonition. However the fact that the two teams consisted of players wearing baggy grey shorts, woollen cardigans and those horrible 1940’s style balaclavas with the built in peak that fasten under the chin would suggest that there is some room for error in the accuracy of this vision of 'The Shape of Things to Come'.