As usual, Sunday morning is my weekly football session. Went to Bishan Park full of joy as it’s my favourite game. But something unusual happened. I forgot to bring my socks. Fortunately another team mate brought an extra pair.
Actually that’s the first time I forgot to bring socks. I had a strange feeling surfacing from within, but I chuck aside.
In this game I’m playing a relax role – defender with nothing much to do. Even in the late 2nd half, I’m still full of energy. There’s no panting, my legs are good.
That’s when things happened.
A through ball from the other team’s midfield to their striker. When the striker is ready to shoot, I stretch my leg to clear the ball. Somehow we tangle together, I feel my ankle was pulled to the extreme.
In seconds, I felt the pain from my ankle flowing to my brain. The pain is unbearable, I’ve never felt this kind of pain. I have to yell it out. I believe I was yelling for at least a minute. My first thought was, “did my leg break?”
The rest of the team came to support. I guess with the yelling, they knew it was serious.
When the pain subsided, I wriggled my toes hoping that they are moving. A sense of relief came upon me. Toes still moving means leg still intact. But I can’t walk at all.
After X-Ray, the doctor found out it was a fracture ankle. Now I’m on clutches, with a minimum of 6 weeks recovery date. So I’m out for the season.
What I most worried is actually the trainings that had to do. Got to find replacement now.
It’s an experience on this incident. Of course, I don’t want to go through it again, but I will always remember that unbearable pain.
