His fate is unknown to the public, I believe. It is unknown to me, anyway.
It happens in football, there are injuries. As an international manager, I am never able to play a full strength squad. It was the case at the British Virgin Islands, and it the case today. Although, I don't recall a life threatening injury ever occurring to a player that I have met, or in a match that I attended.
It was an awful sight at Goodison the other day. Daniel slid for the ball in attempt to dispossess Seamus Coleman. He got the ball, but he collided with Seamus' shin pad, who was sprinting into him.
He was twitching at first, but then he just stopped and laid there on the floor. Daniel Donachie, the Everton physio, was there first. Then all the other physios came on, then the paramedics and then the ambulance.
Seamus was lying down, holding his face. Steven Gerrard was there, asking for updates. I could see that Roberto Martinez and Brendan Rodgers were talking, I guess they wanted to agree as to whether to play on. About half the players were just standing there, crying. Tim Howard wasn't, but he was the first to leave the pitch. Then followed Glen Johnson, soon the only conscious players on the pitch were Steven Gerrard and Seamus Coleman, who were just looking over Daniel Sturridge. It was a terrible sight.
On the long drive back to London, there was no mention of any other match on the radio. It was all about the injury to Daniel Sturridge. None of the phone-ins actually blamed Seamus Coleman for what happened. But he blamed himself.
I had come back up to Liverpool today to check on him. I want to be the first to find out the effects of the his injury. I want to know when he will be back for our side. I want to know if he'll be back for our side.
There were journalists outside. They were all shouting questions at me. I didn't give them any attention at all. I was only here for one purpose, and talking to the press isn't that task.
Brendan Rodgers was already there. It was the first time we had met in 2 years, when his Swansea side drew against my Chelsea. It was then I found out how good he was as a manager.
"Do you know anything yet?" I say.
"As much as you do." He says back.
There wasn't much said between us. There was nothing to say. All that was on our minds was Daniel. He was in a coma, and there was no certainty that he would wake up.
"Are you two here to check on Daniel?" a doctor said
"Yes." I said. He led us through a long corridor.
"He's still in a coma, and we don't know how long he will be in a coma for. I can guarantee that he will receive the best care available to him. We wont use any student nurses, only the best. I don't suppose you want to see the results from the X-Ray?"
"Yes, we'll do that." Brendan says. We went through another corridor, and we saw Daniel in hospital clothes, asleep in a bed with flowers and get well soon cards by his bed.
"We were mainly looking at the brain. Our first concern is, as always, to ensure that there is no permanent damage to the brain. He wont be paralysed, which is good, and he will probably be able to begin playing football again once he gets out of the coma."
"How long will that take?" Brendan says.
"We don't know yet. Bear in mind it will take about a month for him to be as good as he was before his injury. He'll be out for some time."
He's not going to play against Estonia then. "Is the brain the only thing you've looked at?" I said, I need to make sure.
"We haven't looked at anything else. Generally, if the brain's fine, then he will be alright." He sounds confident.
"Well, there's something up with his head on that X-Ray." Brendan says.
"That's probably just a printing error."
"Whatever it is, it's caving inside near his brain." I point out.
"Yeah, that's just... oh shit..."