It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that it is Saturday morning. It doesn't matter that the grass is green but the soil is browner. It doesn't matter that the sun is shining down hard. It doesn't matter that your mother and father are watching you. It doesn't matter that four guys are sat in a car smoking a spliff listening to Jay-Z. It doesn't matter that they hide from the ambulance driver. It doesn't matter that your team win 4-1. It doesn't matter that you're only sixteen and have blonde hair; when you have a broken collar bone and wont be able to masturbate dexterously for six weeks.