Rotherham away in the mid 70's their kop was split and it got nasty, big surge and we all went forward except my left leg which went the other side of a stanchion. Ouch, looked down and couldn't see my foot, it was pointing behind me. Collapsed and a lad picked me off the ground and helped me to St Johns station. I was wearing tight jeans and my leg had balloooned St Johns left me on the ground after cutting my jeans off and said wait for an ambulance. Rotherham fans threatened me as I lay helpless, saw a few familiar Wednesday faces and they carried me to pitchside so I could watch the match. We won with a late goal and my mates, Jenks ,Freshfish and a few others got me to the Northern General. Took me 7 months to recover.
Ruined my football career, they said I was the next Beckenbauer, allegedly.