I was 18 and rather scrawny, playing rugby for my local 2nd team, the opposition prop decided it might be funny to stamp all of his 18st+ mass through the end of my big toe… Needless to say it went black and died.
Several months later, and forgetting it was still very loosely attached whilst the new nail was growing underneath, I popped round to a mates house where a few guys were having a kick about in his parents garden. One guy crossed it in, I lunged for it and managed to toe poke the ball in the goal… Or at least I think I did, the keeper may well have saved it. Tears were now streaming down my face and I think I’d collapsed on the floor in agony!
It did however solve the problem…