By Chris Wright
As you may have seen at the weekend, faced with the prospect of having to chase down Sunderland whippet James McLean, Per Mertesacker’s ankle gave up the ghost and tucked itself underneath the rest of the lithe German in a bid to get out of the way as the Irish winger hurtled through to score the opener.
This is the swollen, purple aftermath. It ain’t purty…
Poor old Per, eh? That little beauty looks sore. Here’s hoping it’s not as serious as it could be.
Really hope Franco di Santo hasn’t set a precedent for this kind of thing now. The last thing I need to see is a raft of scabby shins and ankles the colour and size of aubergines on a weekly basis.
DO. NOT. WANT!