October 5th, 2005
Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Blackburn
I couldn't believe it. 5 years of work with the School, and with Rovers, and it had all boiled down to today. There were scouts everywhere, from the big clubs - Liverpool, United, City - and from the England setup.
It started well, a couple goals, some smart runs, even some tricks; but then everything was turned on it's head. I broke through the defence, turning the centre-half inside out - which he took drastic exception to, flying in with both studs. I heard the crack before I even made it to the ground. I heard the gasp go round the pitch before I could register what happened.
The burning pain in my leg was unbearable. Through tears, I could see the ugly f*** of a defender leering over me; it was all I could do to refrain from rattling him with my good leg. The referee came dawdling over, clearly more concerned with his pretty-boy appearance, and duly dispensed a verbal warning to the gargoyle who assualted me. I was bundled onto a stretcher, and the rest of the guys got on with their game. As I left, my replacement, Connor Wickham, stopped to give me some words of support, before racing into a future which should rightfully have been mine.
October 5th, 2005
Royal Blackburn Hospital
"Will I ever play again?" It was all I could ask.
Dayton, I can't guarantee you'll walk again.
Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Blackburn
I couldn't believe it. 5 years of work with the School, and with Rovers, and it had all boiled down to today. There were scouts everywhere, from the big clubs - Liverpool, United, City - and from the England setup.
It started well, a couple goals, some smart runs, even some tricks; but then everything was turned on it's head. I broke through the defence, turning the centre-half inside out - which he took drastic exception to, flying in with both studs. I heard the crack before I even made it to the ground. I heard the gasp go round the pitch before I could register what happened.
The burning pain in my leg was unbearable. Through tears, I could see the ugly f*** of a defender leering over me; it was all I could do to refrain from rattling him with my good leg. The referee came dawdling over, clearly more concerned with his pretty-boy appearance, and duly dispensed a verbal warning to the gargoyle who assualted me. I was bundled onto a stretcher, and the rest of the guys got on with their game. As I left, my replacement, Connor Wickham, stopped to give me some words of support, before racing into a future which should rightfully have been mine.
October 5th, 2005
Royal Blackburn Hospital
"Will I ever play again?" It was all I could ask.
Dayton, I can't guarantee you'll walk again.