I probably made min worse by finishing the game.
The team captain (i was not the captain, way to humble for that) was all like KROFFE WE NEED YOU.
So i told the doc, cut it off, its just dead weight now, ill run on the stump.
He said he couldnt do it, in part because he was not a doctor and actually just the guy coaching our team, but mostly because he didnt want to.
So i just taped it up on my back (im limber as a gymnast) and finished the game jumping around on one leg.
Scored a hattrick and we won the cup.
Couple of days later i operated on the leg at home with a butter knife i carved in 6th grade.
Was a bit messy, but i dont trust a doctor to be inside me, not before marriage.
And i lived happily ever after.
actually i just laid on the ground trying not to cry.