Does this story ring true with you?
When I was a boy, I wanted nothing more than to play cricket full time. I would go to sleep dreaming of playing for England and winning the Ashes (with the occasional foray into scoring the winning goal in the FA Cup Final). I would study my heroes on TV, read magazines and books, and play, play, play.
When there were no club games we played in the garden or on the outfield at the cricket club until we couldn't see the ball any more (and sometimes even when we couldn't).
It seemed like the perfect life. Does it to you too?