My Brother never broke his leg when he was 14. He had a career in Football.

He started with Birmingham City as an apprentice. After a couple of years he signed for Liverpool. Spells at Manchester United and Newcastle followed. Then he got his dream move to Aston Villa. At the Villains he flourished.

In 1996 he was on the bench for England all of the way through the Euro 96 campaign. He found it frustrating. Little was he to know that 1998 was going to be his year. In the France 98 World Cup campaign, my Brother was England's leading goalscorer with 6 goals. That year we got to the semi finals, where we lost to Brazil.

My Brother never played for England again.

Dreams are visions of other worlds, glimpsed through misted up windows. Somewhere else my Brother was a hero.