by Tomo » Sep 11th, '06, 11:26
May 1978. I was in front of an open goal. The ball was crossed, I pulled my left leg back to slot it in when a kid on my team barged me out of the way from the right, tried to grab the glory but missed! I landed heavily on my left wrist and snapped the ulna and radius, giving myself an extra wrist in the process. People said they heard the snap. Anyway, they took me off to hospital in one helluva state of shock, where the surgeon declared that I needed putting out to fix it but that there were no theatres available so could I come back that night. That was a Thursday, and they kept me in. On the Sunday, they X-rayed it again through the cast and decided it needed opening up - hence the 12-stitch scar on my wrist. It's still pretty impressive whenever I have a tan.
When I went to secondary school, I used to tell people I got the scar from hitting someone so hard that I broke my own arm. It kept the local tap-heads out of my face, I can tell you!