3 May 2012
It hurt. Every breath was as hard as it was precious, and I needed all the energy I could get in these final moments. Fatigue was taking its toll, every step was a mighty task but a task I had to fulfil. I pushed my tired bones forcefully, as hard as I thought was humanly possible. I think I should tell you why I'm putting myself through this, it's for pride and for glory. It's for victory in the war of a game. Suddenly I had control, suddenly all the power of the game shifted to me. Things went fast from this point on. I knew what I had to do or at least try to. I looked up, and stared through the enemy towards my goal... My dream, and standing there clutching on this egg shaped ball that was like a bar of slippery soap in my grasp, that goal looked more and more impossible. But I gave it a go. I suddenly burst through with speed, shifting from left to right, trying to confuses and dazzle the opponents. I found myself in space, and all the fatigue I had felt before had gone, disappeared momentarily. This was my special moment. I was so close I could here the joyful cheers of victory but it wasn't meant to be.
Out of nowhere, out of the mist pounced a bulldozer of a boy. I felt him clatter into my weak side, even more weakened by the gruelling 80 minutes I have just faced. I stood no chance, I tried as hard as a could but i came crashing down to the hard unforgiving ground and as I did this, the goal and the pride and the victory was snatched away from me, and the pain surged through my body once again. This was the tackle that lost it for me, this was the tackle that ruined everything.
This was the tackle that broke me.
The Tackle • Opuss № I