Choose life.
Choose football.
Choose music.
Choose a group of likeminded mates.
Choose going to the pub on a Saturday, choose going to the football, a gig, a festival.
Choose hanging about the house with your best gear on.
Choose going on holiday wearing your Saturday Hero clothes, choose a fixed odds coupon.
Choose, t-shirts, hoodies, sweatshirts and wishing you weren’t at work.
Choose good patter, singing the songs, things with 3 stripes, and living for your weekends.
Choose everything from the Hand of God to Touched by the hand of God.
Choose Definitely Maybe, Tellin’ Stories, Fools Gold, Come Together.
Choose getting your rocks off, choose La Bombonera, Hampden, Wembley.
Choose the Millennium Stadium, The Aviva and Windsor Park.
Choose away days, European nights, and last-minute winners.
Choose the day after, the memories and the stories, choose sharing
them with anyone who’ll listen.
Choose your future.
Choose your t shirts, sweaters, and hoodies, choose you, choose the perfect gift.
Choose life . . .

But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
And the reasons?
There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you’ve got SATURDAY HERO?