I knew there was a reason I was late checking out the news and blogs today. Samir Nasri suffers a fractured tibia in a freak yachting accident in the Austrian mountains.
The boffins with stethoscopes are guestimating a 3month stretch on the couch watching TV re-runs of The Sullivans and/or Heartbeat. Poor Sod. Mind you, that means he doesn't have to make up excuses to get off work and watch the rest of the cricket with a few cans. My girlfriend smacked her knee on some marble stairs a day or so ago (which hurt like a bastard too) and will be out of action for a week and a bit sitting on our couch watching re-runs of Ze Zullivans and/or Das Heartbeeten or what ever they would call it in Bavaria if they were desperate enough to show rubbish TV programs now that were even rubbish when they were new. Somehow though, I don't think Wenger will be too bothered about that particular injury or what they would show on Germany TV while she sits on the couch... some people can be so inconsiderate sometimes can't they.
