Now I have my proper footballers injury I can’t help but notice the difference in treatment received by Beckham and Rooney. I can go without the psychic attentions of Uri Geller and the tabloid-that-shall-not-be-named (suffice to say I’m a Liverpool fan) or an oxygen tent but at the very least I was expecting a cast (plaster or inflatable), crutches or some painkillers. What did I get? Tubigrip.
Also, the bus I was on was involved in a traffic accident on the way back from the fracture clinic. I anxiously await the third installment of misfortune.