Have you ever received or inadvertently dished out a horrible injury? If so, whether the tale is humorous or not, let's hear your story.
As a goalkeeper, a player once went for the ball while i was down trying to smother it and put his studs right across my face. 12 stitches and a patched eye later.
Once went to Philadelphia with school, and visited the art museum. Someone (Mr O'Sullivan...bastard!) had the bright idea of having a race up the by then famous Rocky steps outside. I was a fit bastard in those days and took to it with aplomb.....there was no way was I going to miss an opportunity like this to impress my girlfriend and the many watching Japanese tourists. I went up like a bloody hare and trounced the rest of the boys and started to doing the Rocky celebration at the top, jumping around etc. Then someone (Mr O'Sullivan...bastard) had the bright idea and shouted "And back down". By now I was fully absorbed by my celebrations and the other lads got a head start on me, so I thought I would have to do something special. Of I went and leapt in the air, trying to jump the first flight of stairs onto the lower plateau. It was while I was in mid air that I realised how far and how high I needed to go. It was then things went into slow motion. I landed on my right foot and went down like a sack of **** and disappeared out of sight from the onlookers below. I immediately tried to stand but instantly collapsed again. To all my 'friends' below, they thought I was peering over the edge of the steps and then hiding again (why would I do that? the twats!) While lying on the floor I noticed my ankle was a rather unusual shape and was inflating like a balloon in front of my eyes. It was then the pain really kicked in. After what seemed like an eternity, someone (Mr O'Sullivan ...bastard) thought maybe something wasn't right and sent some boys up to see what was going on. I ended up being carried armchair stylee down the steps, wimpering like a hurt puppy with a crowd of onlookers taking photos and shouting "Rocky, Rocky". The outcome...my girlfriend dumped me 2 days later because of my whinging, I have no doubt earned some lucky Japanese tourists hundreds of pounds on their version of "You've Been Framed", I had to finish my schooling with the Rocky fanfare being sung forever behind my back and my ankle never recovered and is still ****ed/swollen to this day. No laughing please.
one wakes in the middle of the night and has to relieve oneself. staggering back to bed, half asleep, I went to the wrong side of the bed, flung myself down, and leg was caught between the mattress and the base of the bed with me on the ground. ouch I thought, pulled a muscle. played football that friday night with a bit of tenderness in said leg. 2-3 years ago I needed to go for an xray on the leg and lady asked if I had ever broken the leg before to which I replied no. on getting back to the doc he showed me the xray where I had actually broken my leg that night and the tib and fib are now fused together. I will not add the time a broke my foot and found out 25 years later - ah the joy of just playing football.
I was brought up on a farm and it was shearing time. I found a couple of flagons round the back of the barn and decided I needed a drink. The next thing I knew I was waking up in Morriston hospital
Lost count of my football injuries. The worst was when I was a youngster playing against Swansea Boys Club. The same guy, ironically a mate playing for them, fouled me twice and, incredibly, he got the identical muscle in each leg - the one just below the kneecap totally wrenched out of its socket. Both legs were in plaster from ankle to thigh for over 3 months. Worse than a broken leg. And the itching...... The other one was slightly football related. As a kid I attended the friendly between Swans and Manchester United not long after Munich. I think they beat us 6-4. Anyway, with my mates we got into the ground ages before kick-off to make sure we had a decent view point - this was on the West terrace underneath the old double-decker stand, which was eventually torn down. We got bored waiting, so organised races between ourselves and some other kids up and down the terrace. Anyway, there I was racing pell-mell up the terrace and I was really shifting, head down, going for it. Knowing I was getting somewhere near the top, I looked up to see how far I had to go and collected a crash barrier right on the snout. I collapsed like a sack of spuds with blood pissing from my nose which immediately swelled to gargantuan proportions. The game first aiders gave me some attention and I watched the match holding bloody great swathes of gauze over my hooter. Strangely, although I did a lot of amateur boxing, I never once got an injury of any consequence. As a footballer, I was a walking train wreck.
When i was a kid, was playing out the front with a few mates. I was running with the ball, and i wasn't exactly slow. One of the boys went to tackle me front on, and his foot stopped the ball dead as my foot was just about to kick it (just under) ball stopped dead, i went flying. Was in a whole load of pain, ran in the house crying like a lil girl, for my mum to tell me im just over reacting (as parents often think). Anyway, she took my top off to see whilst I was clenching my shoulder area with absolute agony. God I cried. Off to the hospital to find out I had broken my collar bone. Now imagine breaking your collarbone, and your mum wrenching your arms in the air to take your top off, and you may, just may understand why i was screaming like a lil girly. To this day, I still wind her up about that day, everytime she says she doesn't believe me.....yup, thanks mum Note to kids reading, no matter how often they tell you, the truth is, mothers don't always know best.
numerous twisted ankles playing football but one of my more extreme injuries (and I've had a few) Arc welding my work mates car and the rod stuck to the metal so I raised my mask and pulled the torch, the rod detached it self from the car and the torch spun in my hand spinning the still extremely hot rod into my right eye ,now that was painful.
Ivor, who at Swansea Boys Club was it? Played for them lat 80's and 90's and was wandering is it was any of the very old lads.
My one is how to get an injury being cocky etc. I used to do a lot of cross country running while at school, I used to go out and have a practice run at lunch times with the older year lads. This carried on until my year were the oldest lads, eventually their were only two of us. This one lunch time we set off as usual, the course we ran was about 3 miles and take us up a mountain and then across a mile of track, now this is when I used to put in a bit of a kick and leave my training partner for dead normally had a good 200m gap. But on this day I really stretched him and had about 400m, so race won. Now at the end of the track, their was a drop down to a gate, so me being clever decided to hurdle the gate from distance. Now the resulting hurdle, I caught my foot in the top bar of the gate, summersaulted over it and came face down onto the tarmac road in front of the gate. After eventually getting to my feet, my ankle was like a ballon and face covered in bloody plus chipped tooth. I then had at least another mile to get back to school, well you think this was bad, see in that mile left to get back to school I had to past our rivals school and it was lunch time. On a normal day when you get to this part of the run, it was a time to see if we had a good kick finish, and this was a good half a mile before you were in the clear, and free to run the rest of the way. As I hobbled to the RED zone ankle twice the size, my training partner sprinted past me and our rivals and left me to their mercy. Fair play to them they left me alone and ran after my mate kicking him up the arse. When I get back to school we always had teachers on the gate, me covered in blood I collapse in a heap they wonder what the hell had happened. Anyway off to the nurse, for a check up to find busted teeth, pulled knee ligaments and a busted ankle. The funny part though was my training partner bragging that he'd beaten me, and that was the first time, him then getting a pasting for leaving me to get back alone. Happy days.
Never, this was way, way before your time. The guys name was Vyv Hardwick who hailed from Treboeth. He eventually emigrated to Canada and I last heard from him about 25 years ago. By then he had taken citizenship, joined the police force and was working with the drugs squad.
Ok back early 70s (old basteward) - I was playing 5-a-side for the youth club most evenings Played in the Thursday league for the MIlk - on a Sunday for Melchester Rovers, Saturday for a number of teams - Great stuff no injuries! I also played Table Tennis for the community centre in the Swansea leagues - so one night we had a league game (ping pong) and I was playing agaoinst a pr*ck who constantly kept looping topspin shots - well he put one up - I'm ready to smash it and it catches the end of the table and I try and re-adjust as it shoots off - while still trying to smash it - end result - totally wrenched my back - had to be carried out chair like as well - missed a month of work - even though I've played a lot of sports since my back still plays up every now and then - When people ask how I injured my back so badly they give me a funny look when I say 'Playing ping pong' Now for all those that I accidently stepped on while playing football - it was just that - an accident.................................................honest. Never we had this conversation before on the post forum - but I was pals with most of the Boys Club from the late 60s 70s when they went through the leagues and became one of the best in town. I came back last year for the Wolves game and we went to the Globe before the game - bugger me if there weren't at least 7 of the Boys club there - and we had a conversation as if we saw each other the week before - I left Swansea 31 years ago!!!
My wife and I were over in the UK in 2006. We watched the World Cup final in a pub in Herefordshire then we were all out in the beer garden kicking a ball around after the game when BAM it felt like I had been shot. Achilles Tendon snapped. Two day later the wife flies back on her own, I fly 10 days later after surgery, right leg in plaster and on crutches. So I am laid up watching tv, right leg on the sofa, good left leg on a stool the legs of which are made of lattice iron work. I grab my crutches to get up and somehow my sandal gets tangled in the iron work. Next thing I am face down under the crutches with a brand new four inch cut down the tender side of my ankle and bleeding all over the carpet. I manage to get my foot out of the sandal and crawl to the bathroom as I am now unable to walk on either leg. I grab 2 towels, one for the cut and one to clean up the blood on the carpet. Luckily as I'm crawling back the wife comes home and rescues me. Needless to say she pissed herself laughing when I told her what happened. Still have a 2 inch scar from that cut!
yes done that as well but I think was less painful when I broke my wrist on a maoris head or face (took 5 to get and keep him down) - too hard to hold a beer when the wrist is stuffed
