Bowing out of the football charades in style was always going to be my big aim prior to being in a football wilderness, a barren patch longer than I've ever experienced. 6 goals in two days and a probable red card (or two) was enough to keep me happy- and will have to serve me well for the next 6 months.
On Wednesday 16th April I kissed the footballing world behind with an operation that will keep me out until October 2008- it already feels like a long time since last venturing onto the football pitch, with 3 more bolts and a major muscle reconstruction that hinders ambition, stubs-out hope and renders that one last game impossible.
Nevertheless, it has given way to a life of luxury and a fresh realisation that I have found my happily ever after (some one's just watched Enchanted!!). Having Elizabeth taking care of me has been a pure delight- as difficult as I have inevitably made it for her. Being pumped to the rim with anesthetic and morphine (God bless the inventor of that concoction), I've spent most of every day asleep. Elizabeth being there when I drop-off, when I wake up and knowing her watchful eye over me has been the greatest blessing I could have hoped for from this operation. There is no one else on this earth that I can imagine being with for such lengthy periods and still love every minute with them more than the last.
In short, the fate of being so distanced from my love of playing football sharply fades away into nothingness when I consider the unconditional love, grace and compassion that Elizabeth has poured upon me in the last 2 weeks. What a woman; what a blessing.
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