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When have your mates truly left you in the shit?

#1
Following on from this thread Pain, real shout out loud pain. When have your mates really left you in the shit? Whether it be to get a bollocking, or left you lying in a ditch with your leg bent the wrong way.

About 6 years ago my mates and I got in to mountain biking. Now living in S.Wales there are loads of trails to ride up and mountains to throw yourself off on two rubber wheels all of 2" wide.

So one day we were riding at Glyncorrwg (our first time). Half way up the mountain there is the option of doing a short-ish Black Run, before continuing up the mountain. Fuck it, we'll give it a go we all decide. Bearing in mind we've only been riding about 6 weeks, and previously hadn't ridden any bikes for nearly 15 years when we were kids.

It all goes smoothly, we bottled most of the big stuff, and the last part is a couple of big sweeping bends with berms that can be ridden up. Everyone else goes slowly and finishes the course. I decide to be Billy Big Bollocks and go at speed. All's well until the last bend, I go in too fast and shoot out like an Exocet with the bike going from underneath me. Cue me binning the bike and landing on the dirt like a sack of spuds. I crumpled into the earth and didn't even bounce. My mates rush over and apart from being winded, the only other thing wrong with me was my right arm wouldn't move.

"It's probably just bruised. You'll be ok soon" they all chime. Anyway, I couldn't go on. So they give me the keys to the van we came in and tell me to ride the fire track back down to the car park. They're going to carry on and they'll see me in an hour or so's time. Luckily a guy driving a Landy came past on his way down and offered me a lift. So in goes my bike in the back, and mates fuck off. Half way down the track I go into shock. Long story short (if you're still reading that is), an ambulance is called I'm rushed off to hospital, my right shoulder ball joint is in three parts, my right arm has broken off the ball joint (hence why I couldn't move it), I spend a week in hospital, have an operation, and I've now got two metal pins holding my shoulder together.

To be fair to my mates they didn't know the full extent of my injuries, but sticking me on a bike to ride half way down a mountain with one arm not working was a bit of a cunts trick in my opinion.

So when have your mates left you in the shit?
 
#5
For fucks sake they gave you the keys mate! that is being matey what did you want kisses and cuddles...man up the next time you sustain a minor injury, bloody hell i bet you would expect your mates to sit around A&E waiting for your x ray results when the pubs are open. Modern yoof i give up.
 

westendboy

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#6
Allan (Sniffer) Clarke of Leeds Utd once played the whole 2nd half of an FA cup final with a broken collar bone.

Fuckin hero.
 
#8
Following on from this... ...was a bit of a cunts trick in my opinion.

So when have your mates left you in the shit?
The cunt's trick was taking the van keys, then going to hospital. I bet you didn't even leave a note saying which hospital you'd gone to.
I left the vans keys with reception at the riding centre. Couldn't tell them what hospital as I had no idea what one I was going to.
So nah, nah, na-nah, nah. :p
 
#9
Allan (Sniffer) Clarke of Leeds Utd once played the whole 2nd half of an FA cup final with a broken collar bone.

Fuckin hero.
Think you will find Gerry Byrne,LFC, played for nearly the whole game plus extra time with broken collar bone against Leeds in 1965 Cup Final.Oh,think you were referring to Mick Jones in your post,as well.
 
#11
I left the vans keys with reception at the riding centre. Couldn't tell them what hospital as I had no idea what one I was going to.
So nah, nah, na-nah, nah. :p
That's even more of a cunt's trick. They phone round the hospitals, find out which one you're at, cycle 20 miles to it, only to be told that they've got to cycle 20 miles back to get the keys. I hope they skiffed your thermometer.
 
#12
Think you will find Gerry Byrne,LFC, played for nearly the whole game plus extra time with broken collar bone against Leeds in 1965 Cup Final.Oh,think you were referring to Mick Jones in your post,as well.
With all due respect I'll see your Mick Jones, and your Gerry Byrne raise, and go all in with Bert Trautman....read 'em & weep
 

westendboy

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#13
Think you will find Gerry Byrne,LFC, played for nearly the whole game plus extra time with broken collar bone against Leeds in 1965 Cup Final.Oh,think you were referring to Mick Jones in your post,as well.
I am so embarssed. It was indeed Mick Jones. Please forgive me for being a complete twat.
 
#14
In 1991 we were on a mission to observe an MSR looking for SCUD's when all of a sudden... Bullets everywhere... Someone's man down... Hi jacked taxi... POW... Sore bum.
 
#15
Bert Trautmann? I shit him. Jamie Roberts played half an hour of rugby against Australia with a fractured skull, that's hard.
What was the question again?
 
#17
With all due respect I'll see your Mick Jones, and your Gerry Byrne raise, and go all in with Bert Trautman....read 'em & weep
That cannot compare with Smudge from the pipes and drums when we served together in 49 parra, he slipped ,bent the barrel on his SLR when it went into his left ear but continued piping as we went over the top to rescue 400 WRAC hostages from the local ghurka barracks, only later did he realise that a round had lodged in his left jaw preventing him swallowing his pint in the narfi bar that night..bloody heroes we shit 'em.
 
#18
I left the vans keys with reception at the riding centre. Couldn't tell them what hospital as I had no idea what one I was going to.
So nah, nah, na-nah, nah. :p
That's even more of a cunt's trick. They phone round the hospitals, find out which one you're at, cycle 20 miles to it, only to be told that they've got to cycle 20 miles back to get the keys. I hope they skiffed your thermometer.
They didn't know I was in hospital until they went to reception to get the van keys. And they went to reception because I'd asked the bloke who gave me a lift to leave a note under the van windscreen wipers. Reception also knew what hospital I'd gone to as the bloke who gave a lift asked the ambulance drivers which one I was going to be taken too.

I even let them have my gas & air at the hospital when they finally turned up. Too bloody generous, that's my problem.
 
#20
Bert Trautmann? I shit him. Jamie Roberts played half an hour of rugby against Australia with a fractured skull, that's hard.
What was the question again?
So, some steroidal goon with bone between his ears gets a small crack in said bone and plays for 30 mins against a bunch of queer convicts....as opposed to one of 30% of his unit's survivors, ( winner of 5 medals for bravery inc Iron Cross first Class ) on the Eastern front, survivor of D-Day and the subsequent Allied offensives, and of heavy bombing of the town he was stationed in on the Dutch German border. Having survived the war, he then survived post war anti German feeling ( and obviously thinking he didn't get his fair share, joined a professional football club to get lots more ).

In the final 15 mins of the 1956 FA Cup final, he was struck in the neck while diving for the ball, ( and as this was long before Keith Peacock of Charlton made history as the first Football League substitute ) he carried on playing. Collecting his medal HRH Phil the Bubble mentioned that his neck was crooked, but he still attended the post match banquet that evening, had it checked the following day to be told it was a crick & would go away, and three days later, when it hadn't, he went for a second opinion, and was told he had five dislocated vertabrae, the second of which was cracked ( the third held the second in place, otherwise he could have been paralysed or died ).

I tell this dit, not to say that today's footballers are glorified mincers ( though they are ), but that there is no one in the last 30 odd years that can hold a candle to Trautmann's level of nails-ness ( forgot to mention, back in the 50's it was accepted that if the keeper had gathered the ball, say after a corner, you could barge him into the net and claim a goal, not a red card )
 

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