A Game of Two Halves

I recently went to my first football match and was going to do a blog about that, but in a true feature-writing way, I have managed to turn it into a metaphor for relationships.

If you’re not on the same side it’ll never work. You’ll always be fighting against each other. Passing the buck from one to the other. Neither side can understand the other’s tactics. But, unlike football, there is no referee. When either team plays dirty, there’s no one to stop it.

What one side sees as a foul, the other can see as merely a tackle.

When you’re from different teams, playing by different rules, it’s doomed from the start.

If you’re playing with someone out of your league, you go in expecting to lose and inevitably do. If you’re playing with someone in the lower division and go in convinced of winning, and therefore not on your best game, you come away shocked when it’s you that’s the loser.

There will always be spectators, but unless they’re playing the game, they will not understand the tactics.

Is it worth going to extra time, or will the result remain the same?

Someone has to call time on the game and make a decision, and it may not be a popular one. And most of the time, you’re left with mud on your face.