1.0Welcome to Scottys Bloghttps://scottysblog.com/homeScotty Hawkeshttps://scottysblog.com/home/author/scotty-hawkes/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="xlSFVupG2j"><a href="https://scottysblog.com/home/bloody-hamstring/">Bloody hamstring</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://scottysblog.com/home/bloody-hamstring/embed/#?secret=xlSFVupG2j" width="600" height="338" title="“Bloody hamstring” — Welcome to Scottys Blog" data-secret="xlSFVupG2j" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://scottysblog.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> So – I dutifully waited 2 weeks before returning to hockey yesterday to test out my dodgy hamstring. And for once I'd done all the things you are meant to do. Not my usual approach to mending some bodily up (stick head in sand, moan about it a bit, hobble for sympathy and eat crisps), […]