Spare ribs.

Seems that there are two casualties to Tuesday night’s game. In the red corner is Chairboy. It seems that the author of this blog maliciously damaged/Cracked/Broken one or possible two of Chairboy’s ribs in vicious challenge. I am feeling rather guilty about if I am honest but I have evidence to present in mitigation.

First off your honour, it was about ¾ of the way through the game. My knees had decided to pack up and go home about ten minutes before. Chairboy and I were challenging for a 50 / 50 ball. No Knees meant I had feck all chance of stopping or turning. Imagine a runaway train.

Secondly we were treated earlier to Mr Gurney “bouncing” of Chairboy in a similar challenge. It was true comedy moment as Dorothy met the unmoveable.

So with those two points in mind I decided to take the impact, dust myself off, laugh and get on with it. Unfortunately I think Chairboy was thinking about his Iphone4 and lack of signal because he didn’t read the script and didn’t brace himself.

Result = Chairboy going ouch. Me going ooooh.

I truly am sorry as it was his birthday yesterday and he spent on the sofa in pain.

The second causality was me.
Late football + unsettled Isa + hunger = Me in dog house. It is all totally fair and I can’t complain although I think I will need to wait until Isa settles more in the afternoons.