I was always taught that sport and exercise was good for your body. So why is it that after playing football over the last few weeks my right hamstring feels like it has been grabbed from both ends and pulled from here to bloody Scotland?
To find a resolution to my problem, I did what any sensible minded individual who cares about their health and well being would do in this situation – consult an internet web forum.
The diagnosis: Rest until the pain goes and in future stretch before and after play – something which I haven’t been doing. I vaguely remember being told to do this during a P.E. at school, a lesson I didn’t pay much attention to, or even regularly attend. Most of the time I escaped and went to a friend’s house to play Super Mario Kart and Bomberman 2.
Also, talking to people I know who play football, they all seem to be carrying long term injuries and playing through them. Maybe that’s what I just have to do. Bite my bottom lip, try not to cry and play through the pain barrier. I’ll probably end up with chronic arthritis when I am 35 but at least I’ll have had a few good years of football.
My coach Mr. Goater seems to be the only person I know to play football and not get injured. I have no explanation as to why this is. Some people may argue that he is just incredibly fit and an experienced football player, I disagree. I think he is a Terminator style robot sent from another planet and under his skin lies hard titanium. Next time we play I think I will slide tackle him, breaking his skin and see if I can expose his metallic bones. I hope he is not reading this…
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