
As I walked out of the Emirates stadium on Sunday night high on the fumes of a 5-1 Arsenal win against Manchester City, I felt untouchable.
That is until WHA-BAM! A silent, speeding Lime bike clarted me with considerable force, sending me arse over tit into the road around Highbury Barn. My knees ate gravel, my side was rammed by metal basket and my palms narrowly managed to protect me from actually faceplanting the ground, but it hurt. A lot.