Five years ago I went for a jog with my dog (a big boxer), and at one point he decided to chase a fucking squirrel and cut me from one side, and in a split of a second I was on the floor with my left knee busted.
Did everything, followed treatment and therapy, and even today, five years later, my fucking knee is still not the same. No more football, no more rugby, and since then i concentrated on my road biking (ok, I'm not spring chicken anymore...).
I can´t imagine what it is for a fighter.
Dana is human trash.