Not a great morning. Sitting on the bed getting dressed when I get yet another jolt of pain in my legs, and I find myself talking to it. Much of my outburst is made up of expletives, but the bits in between are something like, "Come on, get on with it. " For the pain comes in a wave, beginning with a hot itch and building up to a burning stab before subsiding.
I wonder when I started talking to my pain? I think it has been going on for some time, and obviously the worst attacks come in the form of my nemesis Spike. The fact that Spike has a name suggests some kind of dialogue, but he's the off the scale, knock myself out, serious badass pain. How long has the everyday, annoying, distracting pain been part of the conversation.
Next question, is the demolition of my beloved Arsenal by the evil Manchester United last night contributing to this mornings pain levels? And could I sue?
Sadly, while my Corinthian romantic side says "no," it may be time for Arsenal to look again at the wages policy that prevents them from negotiating United/Chelsea-sized salaries for new players. It saddens me that those two teams in particular have cherry-picked just about every player that makes a name for themselves at a premiership club- Ferdinand, Carrick, Rooney, Teves, Berbatov, Van der Sar, Joe Cole, Lampard, etc.
I'm sure that money was a big factor in the choices made. And Arsenal are not perfect, with the signing of young talent nurtured by other clubs. I could go on with this stuff for pages, but I'll start to sound like one of those people who phone into the endless hours of talk-radio. And, if I'm honest, it's all rather boring.
Still, it does show that pain can take many forms... and I bet the players of Corinthian F.C. would have played through them all with gritted teeth and a sporting smile (not easy).
I wonder when I started talking to my pain? I think it has been going on for some time, and obviously the worst attacks come in the form of my nemesis Spike. The fact that Spike has a name suggests some kind of dialogue, but he's the off the scale, knock myself out, serious badass pain. How long has the everyday, annoying, distracting pain been part of the conversation.
Next question, is the demolition of my beloved Arsenal by the evil Manchester United last night contributing to this mornings pain levels? And could I sue?
Sadly, while my Corinthian romantic side says "no," it may be time for Arsenal to look again at the wages policy that prevents them from negotiating United/Chelsea-sized salaries for new players. It saddens me that those two teams in particular have cherry-picked just about every player that makes a name for themselves at a premiership club- Ferdinand, Carrick, Rooney, Teves, Berbatov, Van der Sar, Joe Cole, Lampard, etc.
I'm sure that money was a big factor in the choices made. And Arsenal are not perfect, with the signing of young talent nurtured by other clubs. I could go on with this stuff for pages, but I'll start to sound like one of those people who phone into the endless hours of talk-radio. And, if I'm honest, it's all rather boring.
Still, it does show that pain can take many forms... and I bet the players of Corinthian F.C. would have played through them all with gritted teeth and a sporting smile (not easy).
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