Anybody know a lot about ankle pulls/sprains/strains/knackerings? I've done something odd to mine. Was at the gym on Wed and Thurs nights - doing the right thing for mind and body etc etc...
On Friday morning I was cycling to work and felt a pull on the outside of my left ankle. Hobbled around a bit during the day but when I cycled home it seemed to make it worse - it's a far from strenuous 'commute' so I'm guessing that there was too much tension in my calf or something like that? The problem seems to be with one or more of the ligaments - the PTFL, ATFL or CFL according to google.
Anyway I'm now finding that my ankle constantly wants to roll out to the left. I'll try to do a proper R-I-C-E on it but wondering which calf/ankle stretches I should be doing to alleviate and prevent it. Thanks, any pointers gratefully received.
No but seriously folks.... You could see we were trying a few things. Sometimes too many things, that not all of the players knew about. But after the fist 15 mins that game was partly about experimentation.
Washington did that thing that he something does where he starts like Messi and finishes like Stefan Moore but he kept working. Lumley's distribution was infinitely better but in a non pressure situation. My battery's dying. Overall 6/10.
Just putting this up in commemoration. Jordan's dad, John is a QPR supporter and a lovely fella. His son died of a completely unexpected stroke last year at the age of 23. There was a memorial match for him Monday before last at LR which was organised by his friend who works in the box office. Great respect to the club for giving them all the run of the place and helping to raise some money.
If anyone does want to contribute this link will hopefully work:
When an ex-academy player lost his life to a stroke, @QPRFC stepped up to honour his life and help support the Stroke Association.https://t.co/zsQY5f3AJU
Watchdog. I'd rather enter into a binding agreement for a bogus timeshare in the comfort of my highly flammable BMW than sit through another second of this amateur dramatics version of Glengarry Glen Ross.
Of course if they pulled any of this deviant shit on my granny, god rest her soul, that would be another matter - I'd be straight on the blower to that northern Gill Dando bird and that cheeky chappy Del Boy bloke.
But under the current circumstances I will continue to buy my Chicago Town Deep Dish pepperoni pizzas at my local Iceland and be humbly grateful to do so.
We missed Scowen; Eze seemed off the pace; Smith got nothing to the point where it wasn't even worth challenging for the ball in his last 10 mins; and the ref and linesman on the Ellerslie Rd side had obviously never been to or watched a game of football in their lives - mindbendingly bad.
Dead easy isn't it? Nothing keeps me calmer and less filled with rage than spending Friday morning clicking my way through a never ending space-time continuum of passwords, network member searches and other clever modern day access portals, only to find myself exactly back where I exactly fcuking started. Great system. Seamless stuff.
Sorry to use you all as latter day versions of Cliff Michelmore and Judith Chalmers, but if you had to choose between these locaaations for a 2 week trip at the end of December which would you choose: Important elements being:
- Value for money - transport, cost of living, and simple private lodging, definitely not hostel dorms - Nature type beauty/photographic opportunities - Weather - Cultural interests - Food - Etc
I know it's hard to generalise but just wondering. We had the credit card out for Chennai last night and had last minute doubts for some reason. Malaysia sounds great when you start to look into it.
As the pregnant shoots of spring push pregnantly against the frozen tundra so do we, exploding like butterflies from our wintry cocoons, like big brown bears from our bedbreath caves, uncouple our damaged knees and stroll into the February twilight with the knowledge that enough teams are, after all, shitter than us and everything will be okay. You R's.
Negatives: Multiple - a painful first half. I have a bit of a soft spot for Barnsley, but any team with a quarter of a clue would have been two up at half time. Without getting too technical, because I can't, we just didn't know what we were doing and didn't bother to create enough movement to find out. Lynch's chesting down of the ball and dangerous cross was bizarre but fitting - the wrong player doing the right thing.
Positives: The half time talk actually seemed to have an effect today. Thought we played quite well for the 20/25 mins after half time. In the end one moment of quality won it. Vintage Man Utd. The Red Devils in all their glory. A win's a win, I'll cling to that.