Here you can see Ming looking smug in the back of the van - thinking he's got his own back - fully aware of how much I'm hurting.
On Sunday, when I bumped him off to go to the line, I slipped awkwardly, and banged my chest on the tank.
I heard a pop - and thought to myself - bu$$er, that's a rib...
Got on with things there and then, but now, a couple of days later I'm in agony.
Sneezing, coughing and laughing are all off the agenda.
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