It's A Knockout!

I admitted in yesterday's post that I really couldn't be bothered with football this morning, and once again, it turned out I should of stayed in bed but for more reasons than last week!

Last week, it was simply a case of not having to do anything and despite not having to do anything this week either, there was one incident that will stick out in my mind. Or maybe not. 60 minutes had gone, we were in cruise control, 3-0 up and coasting to victory. Maybe sleeping a bit, our defence let their striker through on goal and I came rushing out. I knew it was going to be close, 50-50 in who would get to the ball first, and I knew exactly what was coming. Some would call it bravery, others stupidity, but with the voice of Father Mitten from previous seasons ringing in my head, ("Don't go in head first!"), I shifted my weight sideways as much as possible and dived in..

.. I have no idea who got there first. I imagine it was me as if I hadn't, I would of given away a penalty and a probable red card, because I made as much contact with the striker as was humanly possible. Crunch. I felt something, not sure what, hit me on the side of the head and that was that. Out cold. I'm not certain how long I was out for, but it couldn't of been a long time but when I came round, I was nowhere. Dazed and feeling about 4 different injuries, I struggled to stay with it for the remainder of the match. I was still spitting blood at the final whistle and can still feel the inside of my mouth exploding as I type this.

We won 3-0, but I couldn't care less. I had to go to work tonight, and despite being in a strangely good mood from start to finish, I kept discovering fresh injuries around my body. They must have been from that collision. Numerous cuts on my right hand, bruised ribs and a strange sort of cut along my stomach including a banging headache all night doesn't make for a good recipe but somehow I managed to stay in a jovial enough mood to see out the shift.

A long week ahead also as I've got the dreaded 5-night week this week. Sigh.. No point changing the sleeping pattern so I imagine some thought-provoking blogs coming in the next couple of days, as I live the nights away.

Something else aswell, completely off topic, is laughter. I can only think of one case in the past few months where I've had such a good time, with laughter and smiles. That was last Thursday's adventure with Beans, but other than that, I can't think of another fun/funny time.. I miss the laughter. Laughter is good.

Still, no laughter is better than a body which might aswell be one large bruise.

Laters x