Gosh, well thank you for your considered opinion on what having cancer is like. I shall bear it in mind in future.
I'm not sure I would describe an orchidectomy, chemotherapy and two years of hospital appointments, check-ups, blood tests and the constant terror of recurrence (resulting, of course, in that pesky 'limited side effect' death) as 'easily treated', but I'm sure you know best.
I've always been thankful that, as these things go, I had a relatively light brush from the cancer stick, but now I've read your wise words, I realise that I was really just being silly to make such a fuss.
No, you're quite right, I reckon. I once broke a leg in a rather complicated fashion and after a couple of weeks of faff, it seemed like half of Harley Street had had its hand up my pipe.
I've distrusted quacks ever since.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."