'Please, please, please, let me get what I want' (a classic Smiths song for those of you who are subnormal) came on the radio today.
Been thinking of little other than Saturday's events since the game, and for some as yet unresearched reason, salt water ended up streaming out of my eyes and down my cheeks. Good job I'm a double-hard bastard like.
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had can make a good man
Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time
Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time