Sean Cook. 16 years old. Year 11 at Cathedral High School. Alverthorpe Juniors. Aston Villa.

Football, Friends, Aston Villa. In that order. People may think that that's shit, but who gives a fuck? It's my life and I'll make it what I want to be.

My life evolves around football. Life wouldn't be anything like it is if it wasn't based around football. From playing on a Sunday, to training during the week, to supporting Aston Villa, THROUGH THICK AND THIN. No matter what the results are, I'll always have faith in them.

My friends are my world. Where would I be without them? Well, pretty damn fucked. I wouldn't be here without them. Watching Wakefield on a Sunday, kebab night on a Friday, a kickabout in the park, or a good old game of tennis. They make me what I am. I have my up's and downs with them, but who doesn't with their friends at some point? Life would be boring if you agreed on everything.

Alex Milsom, the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure to meet. She is simply awesome. The best smile aswell. No matter what time of day it is, she knows she can rely on me, cos I'll be there for her no matter what (L)

Cathedral High School; 04-09. I can't belive how quick it's gone. The place is a fucking dump, but the past five years have been pretty damn awesome. Some memourable things have happened, to pissing about in IT, to that History when I made Brad cry. Life is full of happy memories, and a hell of a lot of them have happened at school.

What do I want to do as a career? Well, that's pretty simple. I want to fly in the RAF. I want to be in the RAF to emulate the 22 years my dad spent in their, but I want to go one better. I want to fly to make him proud. I want to fly for the adreneline rush. It's been my dream for years, and nothing or no-one is going to get in my way.

Humpty Dumpty was sat on a bed
Little Bo Peep was giving him head,
As soon as he came she started to weep
she could tell from the taste he'd been shagging her sheep!

ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
HE LIVED ALL ALONE
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE
NO TINSEL NO PRESENTS NOT EVEN A TREE
NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES AWARDS OF ALL KINDS
A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT IT WAS DARK AND DREARY
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING SILENT ALONE
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER
NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT
SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY

THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

THE VERY THOUGH BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE
'SANTA DON'T CRY THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM I DON'T ASK FOR MORE
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY. MY CORPS'

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT I CONTINUED TO WEEP

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'