Not a calf

Apparently it isn't my calf. I, like everyone else I'm told, have something called a tibialis posterior. And I have injured it. Definitely not as bad as a calf muscle tear, and definitely not as bad as an achilles tear. So I am taped up, and off football and walking. Curses. Well, curses with regard to football anyway.

Putting injuries in perspective, you may not have seen the possibly career-ending injury to Eduardo Da Silva, the Brazilian Croatian striker for Arsenal. You may not want to. Be warned: it ain't pretty. The TV companies in Britain took one look and said nope, they ain't repeating that. They would be right. I play a lot of football, and that kind of injury is extremely rare. But sometimes you see stupid and clumsy challenges and these things are only a heartbeat away. A few years ago, I broke a couple of ribs when I beat a guy to the ball (it does happen occasionally) and released a pass which left me off the ground when the 'tackle' finally arrived. It left me sprawling unable to breathe about 6 foot away. Again, could have been much worse.

I'm just editing this to add a reference to the Big Red Train. I will be thinking of this often. Trust the Train.