I was reminded at the weekend of the time I bumped into Ole Gunnar Solsjkaer in NikeTown, London. (It's not really a town, they just think it sounds better by calling it 'Town'. And they're right.)

When I say 'bumped', I do actually mean bumped, since I toppled over the pint-sized, baby-faced, INJURED Manchester United striker on my way to pick up a pair of new pumps.

I spluttered an apology but it left me wondering if I had set back what was already a painfully long injury spell for the Norwegian goal magician.

Thankfully, within a few weeks he was back lauding it in front of the Old Trafford faithful, but it got me thinking what would have happened had I downed an emergency cheeseburger before embarking on my London shopping trip, and thus toppled Ole with sufficient extra force to have caused him to catapult into a collection of hockey sticks .. or maybe sustain a nasty broken head injury due to an unfortunate collision with a display of curling paraphernalia?

Of course, footballers - and goalkeepers in particular - are often renowned for being very good themselves at inflicting injuries.

Curly-wurly Dave Beasant did his foot in after a jar of salad cream landed on it, while both David Seaman and Carlo Cudicini caused themselves serious damage by reaching for the TV remote (serves them right for being such layabouts anyway .. why weren't they out climbing Mount Sinai with Linvoy Primus?). While another shot-stopper, Richard Wright, when of Everton, managed to crock himself during a warm-up at Stamford Bridge by landing on a 'Please Keep Off The Pitch' sign.

You couldn't script it .. well, they do say keepers are a bit stupid, don't they?

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