I drew back my left foot in preparation for a long pass across the pitch, let fly, and then remember clearly thinking that someone had removed the ball.

My momentum rolled me over and tipped me out of the right-hand side of the bed. Then Mrs DM and I both woke up rather suddenly as I hit the edge of the bedside table right between my eyes. Ouch. Blood everywhere, but no black eyes so far.
Mrs DM still can't stop laughing...
Bloody football.
