Today I got my face stepped on. By a girl in metal cleats.
It was one of those moments where everyone stopped and went "OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY!?!?" and I said yes, because I was, but I had to really think about it because that answer did not seem quite right.
Now my face is a bit sore, and I have a big red mark up the side of my face (sadly hidden in my hairline), and there is a slight chance I'll get my first rugby black eyes.
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