The FA Cup semi-finals at Wembley meant that we didn't have a game in the Premier League this weekend, as I'm sure you all know.

A bit of time off was most welcome after a hectic Easter. As I said last week, while you guys were eating chocolate and putting your feet up for four days, top Premier League footballers like Pharrell Bell are expected in at training, come rain or shine.

I know that many of you left comments at the bottom of last week's blog, thanking me and my team-mates and colleagues for the unseen dedication that goes on behind the scenes at any football club. Thanks for your sympathy and support.

Actually, I've had loads of text messages from players at other clubs telling me that they love the Pharrell Bell blog and thanking me for making fans realise the effort that we put in, day in, day out.

Until now, footballers have never really had a chance to speak directly to their public. You guys are out there on the street, working your fingers to the bone in factories and mills and coal mines. Meanwhile, footballers live in our own world, protected by the electric gates and guard-dogs at our huge mock-Tudor mansions in the countryside.

But I hope that you now understand all the effort we put in to make our sport the best in the whole world. You know, I wouldn't swap playing football for any other sport.

Cricket - boring, totally ridiculous clothing and no-one cares who wins or loses.

Rugby - posh guys rolling around in the mud, grabbing each other's private parts before going off to sing songs in the shower.

Tennis - good for watching fit girls in short dresses, but mind-numbingly boring otherwise.

Basketball - a bunch of 7ft circus-freaks in 1980s trainers falling over at the slightest sign of contact from another player.

Even golf, I can't get into. Loads and loads of other top footballers love golf, but it's just not something I can get my head around. Golf is the only thing that some of the other guys here talk about.

My ears always prick up at the mention of birdies, but that's about it. Otherwise, I don't really know what they're talking about.

This weekend, a few of the lads took advantage of the fact that we didn't have a game by jetting off to Barcelona for a couple of rounds in the sunshine. Having nothing else to do, I went with them.

Of course, I didn't actually play golf - I really haven't got the patience for it, and then there are all those rules that you have to follow. No mobile phones on the course, replacing your divots, no shouting abuse at your playing partner as he's about to take his backswing. What's all that about?

In the end, I just followed the rest of them round the course in one of those electric buggies - which turned out to be a lot of fun in itself. Remembering a few of the sketches from Jackass, I still managed to keep myself entertained.

Turns out those buggies can really motor when you get them going downhill. I narrowly avoided flipping it into a lake when I used a small hill as a stunt ramp without realising what was on the other side.

I wasn't so lucky a couple of holes later when I lost control attempting a 360-degree handbrake turn and spun hard into a tree. The buggy wasn't the only thing that took a big hit - turns out I cracked a rib in the accident.

It left me in a bit of a dilemma. Wait until I got home to have treatment and hope the club doctor wouldn't tell the Gaffer what happened - or brave all the confusion and mis-translations of a Spanish hospital.

I just couldn't bring myself to take the risk of going to a foreign hospital not speaking a word of the local lingo, so I decided to head back to the doctor back at the club.

Thankfully, everything turned out fine in the end. I slipped our Doc a £50 note, a bottle of expensive rioja and a big old chorizo sausage, and he promised not to say a word to the Gaffer as he strapped up my ribs and shoved a bunch of painkillers down my throat.

Like I said, I wouldn't swap football for any other sport in the world. It is the dedication and hard work of people like Doc who keep the Beautiful Game so beautiful.

Thanks again for you comments; they are an excellent reminder of the fantastic job I'm doing here. I'm just trying to change the world, one blog at a time - I hope you guys are enjoying it.