Stupid stupid stupid, That is how i feel now. My aching now is almost certainly a fraction of what my general outlook will be tomorrow. 5 hours in casualty and 6 stitches in my face and I am sitting at home seeping blood at a gentle ebb. I am hoping that if any positive is to come of this, aside from the distinguished black eye that makes me look like some sunday league south east london wide boy, would be an even more distinguished scar in a v shape nestling its way into my eye socket. Anybody who gives a damn send me love, sympathy and care parcels full of chocolate and cheap novels. Blood sweat and tears and all that, I would be less wound up about the situation if I had played for more than five minutes of the game! Hockey - a sport for men. Or what ever Yours in ebb DNC