Posted by sean on March 30, 2010 at 10:55 pm in England with 1 Comment


England golden boy Wayne Rooney’s World Cup hopes hang in the balance after the striker limped off in Manchester United’s 2-1 defeat to Bayern Munich in the Champions League.

Oh dear…

Cue mass media frenzy about Rooney’s foot/ankle/toe; with nothing else apparently mattering, whether it be a terrorist attack, Brown/Cameron/Harry Hill winning the election, or the entire population of Poland moving to the UK… OK, maybe The Daily Mail will pick up on that last one.

If Rooney’s brittle bones do heal in time, I would advise Alex Ferguson to wrap him in many layers of cotton wool, Charmin toilet roll and skins of murdered Andrex puppies. Better still, dress him in a Knitted Character costume.

With Rooney fit, England’s chances of winning the World Cup might be slightly less slim than if he was crocked.

One Response to Sound familiar?

  1. Goatman

    March 31, 2010 - 12:05 am
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    I wouldn’t worry, Taggart probably made him have a metal metatarsal put in after the last time he broke his foot. If he were at Arsenal however the original estimate of a week would be re-diagnosed a little later and he’d be back sometime in 2012.

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