Picture the scene.

You’re hungry, you’re lazy and going further than 200-yards down the road for your dinner feels like you would be going on some kind of Forest Gump-esque run.

“Fancy a chippy?”

“Sounds perfect.”

You drag yourself off the sofa, an indent mark left exactly moulded to the shape of your body after the four-hour Netflix marathon you’ve just enjoyed. You whack on your slippers and a hoodie and head out into the cold Merseyside air.

Your mind races en route. The golden coated cod fillet. The thickly cut chips. Warm, sumputous curry sauce. Perhaps even a battered sausage while you wait.

Can life get any better than this? On your usual weekday evening, perhaps not. But this night is about to get a whole lot better.

“Two portions of fish and chips please mate, plenty of curry sauce,” you say to Les behind the counter, “Oh, and a battered sausage. You know, for while I wait.”

“Good choice,” says a strange voice from behind you, “I’ll have the same.”

You turn. “I know, same every Tuesday.” A second later, your eyes widen. Before you stands a short man, a big grin and even bigger hair. Looks sort of like that Mo Salah lad who plays for Liverpool.

He smiles at you. You gulp.

“Like I said, good choice” he says.

Dumfounded for words, a nervous reply leaves your mouth. “Don’t suppose you get cod and chips in Egypt, do you Mo?”

He laughs before turning to Les behind the counter.

“More salt and pepper?” Les asks the Liverpool superstar.

“No thanks, that’s good enough for me ….”

👑 @22mosalah is truly the king of Liverpool pic.twitter.com/YFSihXBN5x

— KingFut.com (@King_Fut) February 22, 2018