Evert seems to be doing a bit better. At the physiotherapist’s he is giving it his all—which manifests itself mainly in the amount of curses emerging from his mouth while he’s doing his exercises. Once, when Evert was about to step on the treadmill, one of the assistants made a show of stuffing cotton wool in her ears in jest. In response Evert plugged his own mouth with a huge wad of the stuff.
