When I was living in the USA, one of my rugby friends had arthroscopy. He also had a flashy sports car and when we had a visit from an English touring side, his house guest was longing to drive it.
The opportunity came after one game when the host knew he had drunk too much, so the guest climbed in the front while the host spread himself out in the space behind the two seats.
As they bombed along the parkway at 70 mph (speed limit 50 mph), the host suddenly realised they were about to overshoot their exit. The driver responded very quickly, cutting across 2 lanes of traffic. Including a police car.
Naturally the policeman recognised the driver was English, and gave credence to the story that in England the speed limit on motorways was 70. As the owner struggled to get out, his knee surgery (he was wearing shorts) was obvious. The cop assumed this was why the Englishman was driving, but asked if the host was able to drive. "Yes, if I am careful" was the response.
So the drunk player was ordered by the police to drive the rest of the way home. "Have a nice day."
(Not of any help to you at all, I'm afraid.)