Rice exchanges passes with Foden and feeds it into Kane. He's too strong for the defender and easily shrugs him off, flicking the ball into the path of Reece James. The Chelsea man takes one touch and pings it to the opposite flank. You see it coming early and steal a glance to your left as the ball's in mid-flight. You know exactly what you're going to do next - this is your moment. But then it happens. Your legs turn to spaghetti and your face freezes in realisation of the horror that's about to unfold. Instead of taking the ball down on your chest and accelerating towards goal, your body collapses into a tangle of soft, lifeless limbs. Suddenly, your right leg is where your left arm should be and your left boot is hovering above your head. There's nothing you can do to fix it. It's like someone else is in control of your body and, whoever it is, they're hell-bent on humiliation. The ball reaches the end of its arc and clips your left shoulder, rolling harmlessly out for a throw. The groan from the crowd is deafening, the glares from your teammates too much to bear. This is how it always ends. @leymanlahcine's angst-ridden string puppets are like your favourite football fantasy turned bad. See them today at OOF Gallery along with solo shows by @hart.art9 and @noaklagsbald.