First Post.

Having been a reader (and often critic) of other people's blogs for some time, I decided to write my own. To my knowledge I have appeared in two other blogs thus far. Well-respected local blogger and my future housemate Mark Critchley included me in his blog which listed the highlights of his year. I was included for joining him to watch a game of football in the sorry excuse for a 'pub' that was Derbibar. Mark Critchley claimed to be king of the aforementioned pub, a claim that I strongly disputed at the time. The other time I have appeared in somebody elses blog was in the wonderful anne frank's drumkit which I considered defunct until recently as it now appears to contain a chilling message from your friendly neighbourhood lunatic Raoul Moat. I'm hoping this is just Marcus' 'sense of humour' and not an actual beyond the grave warning from a madman. The sole reason for appearing in this infamous blog was because I went to a LC! gig, insulted a blind woman in the presence of her best friend, and jumped into some 14 year old hipsters.
All in all, my current blogger's CV isn't all that respectable. My aim for this blog is to a) do more interesting things to get mentions in other people's blogs (I love the attention) and b) to make my own blog fun for you to read. So to begin...

The idea to start my own blog came to me whilst watching Premier League Years 95/96 on Sky Sports. Of course this being the first year I properly got into football at the tender age of five, it was an interesting watch, looking back on a season of which I probably only watched a couple of games, but it was these couple of games that would turn me into an avid football fan and would begin my love for Man United.
However, it wasn't this non-nostalgic viewing that stuck out for me. It was Faustino Asprilla. Probably my all-time favourite player to never don a United shirt. He was a revelation in his three years as a Premier League player, tearing up defences but also tearing his muscles. His constant injury problems meant that his form was often inconsistent. In 97 he scored a hattrick against Barcelona in the Champions league when just a year previously he had been left out for the all-important final game of the 95/96 season when Newcastle knew that even a win wouldn't be enough to win the title (in the end Manchester United beat Middlesbrough 3-0 and it didn't matter anyway). I loved him.

His injury problems and my childhood obsession with Corinthian Prostar football figures are the inspiration behind the title of this blog. See, my Asprilla figurine had the same characteristics as it's rather more famous counterpart: it arrived in England injured. I was gutted when I got it home and it's legs were so bent that it couldn't stand up properly. However, I quickly understood in my infantile mind that this was the workers in the Corinthian sweatshop playing a little joke. They'd heard that Asprilla was injury prone and were determined to make his figure so for the spoilt little 6 year old kid growing up in the historic town of Lancaster. They did and that is the story of how Faustino Asprilla became my favourite black footballer of the 90s. (I didn't care too much for Andy/Andrew Cole)
There are other stories regarding my football figurines, namely the occasion upon which my cherished Peter Schmeichel figure got nicked. Sob. Sadly, that story will have to wait. Hope you've enjoyed my first blogpost.
Goodbye.