Cautionary tales: Blessed is he who cometh last to the case

“There's no point in asking him if it's broken.” My credibility is in tatters. I've missed another fracture on the football pitch, this time a spiral fracture of the tibial shaft. Despite advancing age and declining ability I still enjoy football weekly (or should that be weakly) with non-medical friends. Whenever there's an injury the “doc” is always summoned despite the fact that I completed a surgical training devoid of elective orthopaedics. Casualty experience is but a dim memory but, like most medics, I still reckon that I can spot a broken arm or leg. I have …