By Robbie Fowler I still dream of scoring the winning goal in a cup final. Even though I celebrated my 49th birthday on Monday and haven’t kicked a ball in anger for 15 years! Football does that to you. I still feel compelled to play the game I’ve loved for as long as I can remember. I can’t help it, it’s in my blood. If I am sitting in a stadium or watching a game on TV at home, and a cross is played into the penalty area, I instinctively nod my head to meet the ball or shift my feet to get in the right position to finish. I don’t think that impulse will ever leave me, that desire to score a…