The Specialist Was, Obviously, a Veterinarian

In the showers, after playing a match for Springfield Working Men's Club in 1976, he noticed a swelling in his scrotum.

With hindsight he should have acted sooner. ...It was six months before he saw his GP.

By this time it was swollen like a balloon. It looked grotesque.

Bateman convinced himself it was merely a hernia. The doctor referred him immediately to a specialist.

He came at me with this needle the size of a milk bottle and plunged it in my testicles.

I can't write a response to that. Every time I try, I see that scene played out in my mind, and I double over, clutching my genitals. It's an automatic reflex. You're going to have to write your own comments for this one.

Forgive me.