Designer Injury
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First there was Beckham,
bent double in agony;
then Rooney, rolling and writhing
on the Stamford Bridge pitch.
Now ageing Sunday League midfielder
Merriman lies prostrate on
the pitch at another Stanley Park,
a ground a million miles away
from the one which separates
the Reds and the Blues.
Mistimed, bone-crunching tackle
results belatedly in fractured
fourth metatarsal and similar cracks
in third and fifth.
X-ray also reveals chip in cuboid,
but nothing can disguise the fact
that I have a designer injury.
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