I injured the medial ligament in my right knee when someone landed on top of me during our 2-1 defeat against Coventry last week.
I should have stayed down and waited for the stretcher but all I could hear was my dad's voice ringing in my ears: 'Try to run it off, son.' That's what I did but I then had to suffer the derision of the Coventry fans as I hobbled from one side of the pitch to the other before coming off.
Being injured can be very lonely. I was in agony in the changing room, with my knee in ice, but was still trying to guess what the cheers and groans from the crowd meant. In my head I had it down as a 3-2 win for us - I wasn't far off as we had two goals disallowed.
I went to training Monday on crutches. I have never had an injury on my right knee so its weird using the crutches the other way. I keep forgetting which leg to hobble on!
The most concerned person was my boot boy Steve, who kept asking how long I would be out and whether I would play again this season.
Nice of him to be concerned, I thought...until he said: "Will I still get paid even though you aren't using your boots? Cause I got bills to pay."
Cheeky sod, but it looks like he could be polishing my crutches for a bit.
Hopefully, I'll be back playing before the end of the season but, until then, I'll be relying very heavily on Kate. It's her that deserves the sympathy, not me.
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