I imagine myself as an attacking midfielder who can, mquite frankly play in any attacking position and be world class.
I’d ping marque balls up to the striker, but put my signature, Jedi-like back spin on it so it out-foxes the oppo and plays beautifully in to my teammate’s stride.
Powerful, fast, strong but also extremely technical, only using my physicality when required. Most of the time I’d ghost around the midfield like a Rolls Royce, barely using up any energy to find space, never looking rushed while I spray Champagne balls all over the pitch.
If I’m playing in a more advanced position, I can score for fun, with both long range ability and fox in the box instincts, bagging an average of 45-50 goals a season.
Of course, I win loads of Prems with Everton, plus at least 3 UCLs. A couple of World Cups and Euros with England of course.
I’d start with Everton, be incredible, winning the FA Cup and League Cup over 3 years before moving to Spain for 4 years (winning plenty) then back to Everton around 24 years old to enjoy the peak of my career building a dynasty at Goodison.
Oh yes. Fabulous.