Extended Footie Metaphor

[muck_a_luck]

For dork_elf, mittelfeld, and the footballslash set:



"The Boy Done Good"
Billy Bragg, Reaching to the Converted

Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams
But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen
When my classmates picked their teams

I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played
Life just tripped me and clattered and kicked me
Till you picked me from the parade

Now I feel like I've won the cup
Every time that we make love
Forty-five minutes each way,
At halftime I hear a brass band play

The boy done good, the girl done better,
The seasons turn and we're still together,
The sky is still blue and tomorrow is another day

You weren't that kind of a girl
Who likes her studs to be covered in mud
Taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
For one of life's eternal subs

I tried hard acting tough,
but I just can't stand the taste of that stuff
Like some macho park player I got in the way of
In some grudge match against his club

But I'm happier how I am today
now I've put my boots away
I guess I'll never get picked to play
my song on Match of the Day