The Joys of Football
This bastard game (I love you really...) has inflicted the following on me (in chronological order):

a) i was the first person in my school to have one of those 'cool' slits in their eyebrows, courtesy of an over-zealous wing back who missed the ball and toe-punted my head...


b) I have a nice variety of scars on my left knee; a combination of conventional surgery and keyhole has left a nice pattern following some nutter's attempt to remove my kneecap from my leg.

Having slid the ball away from him in a tackle, he promptly kicked right across the top of my knee joint; I didn't think too much of it until I noticed my kneecap sitting on the side of my leg rather than the front.

At which point I passed out...

c) A lovely 2" gash on the side of my right ankle. Having spent a season recovering from the above injury, 3 matches into my comeback I went over on my ankle in a tackle. Which wouldn't have been so bad if the guy I was marking hadn't also trodden on it...

The opposition physio wandered over nonchalantly whilst I'm writhing in agony on the ground and politely inquires "was that your ankle I just heard pop?".

He was 50 feet away.


I make no apologies for length. The ladies love it.


ps. I also have 2 matching scars on my forearms from an unfortunate ice-skating incident involving me falling over and some pillock trying to jump over me :)
(adeh, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 18:54, Reply)