“I knuckled awkwardly on a reasonably large kicker in Les Deux Alpes and felt a savage ‘pop’ in my right foot – I’d snapped my Achille’s tendon. The prognosis after the operation was a tolerable four months out, but two months later I managed to slip over on a dodgy rug and it popped again. That meant three more ops, and a further five months out for the wound to properly close so I could learn to walk again and start my rehab!”
– Charlie Bulbrook
Oooft, this looks like something out of The Walking Dead… We’ve always wanted to know: what’s worse, doing your Achilles or listening to that godawful Toploader song?
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