Now, I’m not going to say that the prodigal pad necessarily made any difference to the way I played on Sunday. That would be ridiculous. That would be like attributing my magnificent goal-poaching form this season to the purchase of a new pair of boots last autumn.
I’ll wager that one particular tackle from behind that I suffered by the touchline in the first half would have left me carrying a serious injury but for the presence of my trusty bone protectors.
And by the way, do you know what a pair of greaves are? Look it up next time you’re by a dictionary. You’ll be amazed.
The accompanying photos are of my shinpads, returned from yesterday’s game and enjoying a celebratory meal together in the kitchen, accompanied by a bottle of Pouligny Montrachet.
