My dream, as a youngster, is now unattainable...even if it were, it'd see me assassinated.
I'm 22 this month, still living with my parents, working part-time at a Spar and was told today that I came 2nd out of an application group of 51 for one position at the Liverpool Women's hospital despite having more than enough experience and in the words of my interviewer 'interviewing really well with no problems at all'.
So, in a word, no.
I never got to play number 9 for Everton and score the winner in front of the Kop so not really no.