So I had a horrible nightmare the other night, and it was a sobering reminder on how the World Cup affects me and all you football fans out there.

I had a nightmare that England were playing the opening game of the World Cup against Greece and England were losing 4-1. I was going ape-shit and it felt like the world was ending. I was cursing Roy Hodgson for playing Gareth Barry in midfield, I was smashing up the house! Then Barry got injured and I was thinking well at least we can put on another player, someone positive, someone young and exciting.....then he puts on Scott Parker! I was livid even though it made no sense as both players aren't in the squad and Greece aren't in our group. I woke up sweating and trying to catch my breath. It was horrible i didn't know what to do, World Cup fever had hit me again.

Its only 16 days until the opening game between hosts Brazil and Croatia and it's going to be the longest two weeks ever. It's bigger then Christmas! There is a twist with the excitement though and that's the stomach churning worry, nerves, fear, and desperation. The World Cup fever is hard to describe, so hard to describe that you feel like a freak, you don't know if it's just you, do other people feel the same? I'm sure there's people that do, especially if your supporting England.

Now i worry about England regardless of us having low or high expectations and even though I think we'll do well just getting out of our group, I like the look of the squad. It's a breath of fresh air with the inclusion of young, exciting, and attacking players such as Ross Barkley, Raheem Sterling and Adam Lallana. The only thing I dislike about the squad is that I don't know whose going to play, its all I think about, formations, tactics, whose going to start, who will he bring on to change the game? As you can tell I'm quite the World Cup worry wart.

My first World Cup memory is 1998 in France when England were eventually knocked out by Argentina on penalties - the game where David Beckham kicked out at current Atletico Madrid manager Simeone and was sent off, the rest is history. I cried like a baby on three occasions during the 1998 World Cup and I would put this down to being the tender age of seven but England have been making me cry at tournaments ever since, I'm now a grown man.

It's fair to say that so far I haven't had the happiest experiences when it comes to the World Cup and I sometimes wonder why I put myself through and why do I have any excitement at all? That's the mysterious beauty of the World Cup. Anything can happen, it's glamorous, romantic, and arguably life or death. A wrong decision, a slip, or a moment of pure magic is the difference between heart crushing defeat and being top of the world. This is the unmatched and ubiquitous World Cup fever.

Over the course of the next two weeks we at The Niche-Cache will be all over the World Cup like a rash. We'll have Uncle Dysfunktional, Senor Spectre and the Wildcard sharing their thoughts, views, laughs, stats, history, emotions ... basically anything and everything World Cup.