A frail hand caresses lank-hair, revealing, briefly, darkened eyes brimmed with tears. Sullenly, Niko bends down and brushes the stage with trembling fingers as the noise of the crowd swells, expectancy filling his ears; they’re not here for him. Centre stage eludes him: the spotlight, and the plaudits of the crowd, are reserved for Luka. In the shadows, almost as an aforethought, a guitar is tentatively placed on narrow shoulders…

Please don’t get me wrong
See I apologise with a song
We’ll call the Likely Lads

But if it’s left to you
I know exactly what you’d do
With all the dreams we had

‘Cause blood runs thicker, oh
Ours’ thick, both Croats, you know
If it’s important to you
-It’s important to me
‘Arry said he’d play us in a three
-But you don’t wanna know
You don’t want to know

We were supposed to play along
A new formation, combine in song
What chemistry, we’d have

Then, when he moved you inside,
And played a flying winger out wide,
What chance did We have?

But blood runs thicker, oh
We’re still Croat’s, don’t you know
If that’s important to you
-It’s important to me
I tried to make you see
-But you don’t wanna know
You don’t want to know

Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Harry said he’d dreamt of us together
But what became of together, though?
Oh, we’ll never know

Niko, please don’t get it wrong,
See, we still combine in song, and
For Croatia, we’re still the Likely Lads

I’m sorry that ‘Arry couldn’t see,
What could have been, with you and me,
I stayed for you, remember Chelsea?

But blood runs thicker, oh
We’re still Croats, you know
If that’s important to you
-It’s important to me
I do wish you’d played with me
-But you don’t wanna know
You don’t want to know

Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of together?
Oh what became of together, though?
We’ll never know

But blood runs thicker, oh
we’re as thick as thieves, you know
if that’s important to you
-yes it’s important to me
In training, always you and me
-But on the field? We’ll never know
Yeah, we’ll never know

Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of together?
Oh what became of forever?
We’ll never know

Fortunately for you, I am above tumblr fraping…or perhaps just not creative enough to come up with one, so instead I write this meaningless sentence.

With love, Lucy xx

Yesterday came true.