Gimme a sec ... to catch ... my breath ... OW! A CRAMP!

Those of us who toil weeknights and/or on weekends on the dusty, ankle twisting, knee shredding pitched of Toronto, trying, fleetingly, to catch but a taste of the honey of stardom that drips sparring on us but falls like rain from the brows of our dreams, now have a new hero. Ronaldo. That's right, tubby scored. Twice! If he can do it, why can't we? Hey, I come to the pitch 20 pounds overweight too. I too sometimes suffer from dizzy spells ... after a few drinks or a few runs along the wing. Well run. Then a few minutes in the sidelines to catch my breath. Then there's that cramp to work out. Ouch. Then back on the field and OH NO my knee, my knee ... Just like ronaldo!