Posted by sean on August 13, 2007 at 4:56 pm in Football with No Comments

So Wayne Rooney has broken his foot again. Has he got brittle bones or something? He seems to be in and out the Manchester Hospital Orthopedic Ward more than a 93 year old woman.

Everyone is getting scared that Sir Roon’s injury will stop England qualifying for Euro 2008 and prevent Manchester United winning the Premiership. While the first scenario would be a bit of a pisser, the latter would make me laugh – although it is questionable what Wayne has contributed to the English national team since 2004.

Now, of course the foot break was a regrettable mistimed tackle. Why would ex-Leeds and Chelsea defender Michael Duberry want to purposely hurt a mouthy, scouse, Manchester United player like Rooney? Just a terrible accident. Yes, a terrible, terrible accident…

Finally, it has to be said, if I wanted to break my foot while playing football, I would either wear in those dap shoes you were forced to use in P.E. at school, or better still, Wayne Rooney’s choice of regular footwear…

In all seriousness, I hope Rooney recovers soon. With his regular diet of McDonalds and Gingsters pasties, I’m sure his bone will be back normal in no time.

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