I take my first steps, my heart beating. The crowd roars and my gaze darts to Marcus Rashford, who I've only read pages and pages about. The roaring crowd cheers us on as the game starts with a kick. I swallow my excitement as the fans scream at us, and jump out of their seats. The opposition fans started throwing things at us, but suddenly it’s me throwing myself around in my bed…wishing I saw Marcus Rashford - Number 10 - but it was a dream.