Beleafer Erik fucked up his knee during a mad ramp session at my house tonight... His knee did'nt wanted to stay where it should be and ended up on the side of the leg, instead of on the front. Scary and sad, but I hope it's not that bad and I know he's going to be fit for fight sooner than you can say "brysselkål"! At least he got ride back to Örebro with the ambulans and some really nice stuff in his veins! "It feels like some kind of an after party, yeah!" was his last words before the doors closed to the ambulans. Han kan festa!
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