Fleck and Egan

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Since losing JOC we have been really poor at dealing with crosses. Without Egan too it’s going to be an absolute nightmare.
Let's stick mcburnie at the back
 

Neill Collins coming out of retirement I've heard.

Tampa agreed to loan him until the end of the season.
 
We're fucked, we all kinda knew we were fucked, this just confirms how fucked we are. Fuck it, get Gordon in, GIVIMARUN.
 
Good recovery Eegs. I know he isn’t the way forward but Jags has done very well when he’s stepped in this season, he talks to the rest of the defence a lot better than any other CB we have, Rammers has looked more assured when he’s been in too. Moving forwards we need a bigger and quicker version of Jags, Davies was that man but that ship has sailed now, we need to find another. Marc Guehi fits the mould we need, currently playing at Swansea on loan from Chelsea, only 20 too.
 
I remember when we were in a similar situation the season we were relegated from the championship and we through in Harry McGuire. Perhaps this might be the time for Bryan and some of the younger players to step up
 
To continue this ‘Tales of Broken Bones’ megathread (with mercifully brief off-topic sidetrackings about the health of Fleck and Egan), here’s my tale...

A good few years ago I broke my leg playing football (yes Trafford, playing football). I went to A&E and, after a five hour wait, they took a quick look, told me it was a bad sprain, gave me some tubigrip, some medication and some crutches, and sent me hobbling on my way.

Two days later I went abroad for a week-long piss up (a.k.a. my best mate’s wedding), whereupon I stopped taking my pills (you couldn’t drink alcohol with them) and discarded my crutches, and embarked on a vigorous programme of cultural activities*, including whole days walking up and down the cobbled streets of old cities.

(* Mainly the ‘drinking culture’)

A month later and back at work, a colleague said to me, “listen, I used to be a ski instructor and have seen enough sprains and broken bones to know that that’s not a sprain”. Well my leg was, if I say so myself, a rather magnificent, and very impressively swollen, purple colour (not quite as magnificently purple or impressively swollen as my mate’s penis following a circumcision at the age of 30 I hasten to add, but I digress - that’s another story altogether).

So I went off to see the company doctor, and one X-ray later was the proud owner of a two-and-a-half inch fracture of the tibia.

So I walked around with a broken leg for a month, not because I’m hard (Trafford and Kenilworth will attest to the fact that I’m more John Inman than John Egan), but because it doesn’t always hurt quite as much as you imagine it does.

The moral of the story? Snapped limbs are more fun than this season.

P.S. For an encore, having missed a season with the broken leg, I broke my finger (pulling up my socks in the changing rooms before my first game back in a pre-season five-a-side tournament) and missed another season (I was a goalkeeper so a broken finger isn’t ideal), and then on my third game back the following season I saved a close range piledriver with my eyeball and lost the sight in one eye (thankfully I regained my vision after a week). The following season I retired from football.


All this explains the long standing obsession with a pair of Lucky Pants.

I'd also venture that you're more of a Chris Addison than a John Inman - accepting that the alliteration falls over - and I can see that was your aim.
 
I was thinking John Barrowman but John Inman probably works just as well......

Incidentally, I played competitive football for 18 years and only broke a couple of ribs (now that was painful). Since stopping, I have played in the friendliest 7-a-side game you could ever imagine and broken my hand and a thumb in separate incidents!
They don't mek em like they used to.
 
I'm just trying to imagine how gutted I'd be, getting ready to play in a five-a-side tournament, only to find out that my team's keeper has broken his finger pulling his socks up and won't be able to play. I'm not sure I'd be able to look you in the eye 😂
It's a metaphor for his formative years - as Trafford and I have witnessed - and I've known the silly sod since infant skoyal
 
I'd play McBurnie at centre back. Not sure I am even joking saying that.

He's a bit weak on the physical side of the game but it's not a bad shout. He's been playing deeper recently. Could do the overlapping role and has a good cross on him.
 

Thankful it's only a toe. Although, was it a toe which blighted Done's life for a bit.
 
Anyone mentioned kidney stones? Had my first run in with them this last week, and I’d say that was far more painful than my broken bones. Actually gets a shout on Wikipedia for being excruciatingly painful, and Ive even had ladies admit its the worst they’ve suffered apart from childbirth.
 

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