The commentators are beside themselves with joy. They've been enduring a dull mid-table clash for seventy minutes when something actually happens. Nothing important like a goal or a red card, but an injury to a fringe player that begets...the call for the medics! On rush a bunch of stretcher-carrying doctors to attend to the wounded hero, the fans' faces crumpled in concern. Within a minute it emerges that the player is suffering a two-inch graze to his little finger that doesn't actually warrant any medical attention, leading the commentators to bitterly spit out the line: "I think he needs the magic sponge", a cliche almost as annoying as the time-wasting player himself.
