A weight off his shoulder
As soon as I hit the ground, I knew it was going to be bad. My shoulder cracked and a pain like nothing I’d ever felt before shot down my arm. Then I passed out and came round feeling horrific. Twenty minutes later I left the football field in an ambulance heading to the local hospital.
Only a few hours previously, I’d been standing in a field in Norfolk, watching partridges rocket overhead. I’d rushed home after a late lunch to get back in time for Monday night football. Lying in the ambulance, all I could think about was that I was going miss all the Tanuary shooting I had in my diary. This injury had brought a very abrupt halt to my season and I was devastated.
As Tanuary rolled on, the inevitable smug photos arrived from
