Kasper Schmeichel let out a scream and I began to panic. My team-mate had a dart sticking out of his calf and it was entirely my fault.
This situation had the potential to end very badly for me. Kasper and I were in Manchester City’s academy — he was 17, I was 15 — striving to become senior professionals. The escalation of some banter, though, left me wondering whether my dream was about to end.
Kasper and I were not close friends back then. He’d come to City after Manchester United let him go in his early teens.