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The Match<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/span>by Helen Burke<\/em><\/p>\n Because ok lets face it You know it and I know it, Stood outside the ground, The Match by Helen Burke Because ok lets face itLife is a match.You know it and I know it,And where you sit depends how it goes,And \u2013…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":494,"featured_media":12651,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1660],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12652","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry-2"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12652","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/494"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12652"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12652\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12651"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12652"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12652"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gfdesign.co.uk\/culture\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12652"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Life is a match.
You know it and I know it,
And where you sit depends how it goes,
And \u2013 you never get to pick your own team,
And so much depends on the colours of your scarf.
(None of this is by choice \u2013 you think it is, but no.)
You get taller as you go through each turnstile, and, yes the crush gets easier to bear,
Your mam still waves you off , but she\u2019s in injury time now and the old man well \u2013 he never really got a game,
Always on the bench \u2013 banging on about the class system.<\/p>\n
And sometimes you think you\u2019re the star player \u2013 but it doesn\u2019t last.
Your boots get old and heavy and your haircuts wrong, so
They transfer you for a younger prettier model. Live to regret it
Won\u2019t she \u2013 mark my words.
And they do. Mark you. And hold you back, and spit and shout and make out that all your best footwork is behind you.
That\u2019s all they know.
You know they\u2019re wrong and I know.
And you still see the same lads doing what they did twenty years ago \u2013 some are in the better seats now \u2013 but some are in the gutter.
And sometimes you want to scream \u2013 to say how it should have gone \u2013 who should have come on at half time and who got carried off \u2013 it’s all fucking wrong.
Who are you anyway?
OO are ya, OO are ya…..
You know it and I know it.
And the whole thing hangs on the toss of a coin \u2013 as to how it goes
And if it goes at all; and that\u2019s how it is.<\/p>\n
Most of us,
Trying to get a ticket for our own lives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"