Footballers’ Lives

I just don’t understand amateur footballers.

On the whole they don’t seem to have much in the way of useable brainpower. The only thing they’re concerned about is looking sexy on the football pitch, and they worry little, if at all, about their own health and well-being for any further ahead than this one fleeting moment……

Take the boy I saw today. He asked for some ice because his foot hurt. He’d kicked a ball or ‘toe-punted’ it, whatever that really means, and his foot started hurting. I could see it was swelling up. I asked him some more about what had happened, and discovered – to my horror – that he’d cracked a bone in his foot last weekend, and had it X-rayed at the local hospital. He’d refused the strapping, and walked (or rather, limped) out of A&E because he wanted to play football today.

I told him he was an idiot and gave him a bit of a lecture about today’s match being just a game – was he willing to gamble his future football-playing career for the sake of one single game?

Of course he was.

He grinned at me, the wide grin of irresponsible youth.

“Cheers, love.” he said

And limped away.

Muppet.  

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2 Responses to “Footballers’ Lives”


  1. 1 ymous anon 2 September 2007 at 8:11 pm

    i’ve just got in from playing for hours and i’d trade in everything for another game, but if it was rugby, i’d understand your frustration. 😛

  2. 2 hoverfrog 10 September 2007 at 4:48 pm

    It surprises me that these namby pamby football players don’t cry when they get hurt. Oh wait, that’s just for professional football players.

    A proper manly game of rugby is more than just a game though, it’s a way of life.


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