Game 1 under 11 Christchurch red Vs Christchurch Black.
I slid off my seat and flopped out of my car as my jelly legs dragged me to the rest of the team. I put my boots on, did my laces up as tight as I could and did a triple knot to make sure they didn't untie. I walked over to the rest of the team who were also doing up their shoelaces.
We ran around the pitch spying on the other team seeing how they were going. We sprinted past poking out our chests trying to impress them and make them nervous. This was our first game against our rivals since grading games so we were eager to win.
When we got back to the coach we sat on one knee and listened. “If you blow over, have structure and play as a team, you can win.” We practiced our passing then did our stretches and last team run.
We were ready to play, our team lined up on one side looking at the other team lined up at the other side of the field, who were glaring back at us. We jogged onto the field, got into our positions ready for kick off.
We kicked off. I sprinted at the ball as fast as I could. A ruck had formed. I pushed on the backside of one of my teammates until the other team's halfback passed the ball out to the rest of the team. Then finally it got to the wing, he dodged 1…. 2 ...now 3 of our team. Then he slid under the post and scored a try.
We held our heads high and kept on trying until the score was 14 nil. We kicked off and ran to the ball. Finally we had possession of the ball. The halfback passed it to the first five, then he sprinted through the whole team and scored a try. Our kicker lined up the tee, put the ball on it then took two steps back and one sideways. He slotted the kick straight through the posts. We sprinted back to halfway ready to receive the kick. We scored one more try and it was halftime.
The score was 13 - 14. The game had changed. Our coach yelled at us for a bit then we went back on. At the end of the game the final score was 27 - 19. We lost but it was a close game.
Game 2. This time was different. Our team was fired up, we knew we were going to win and we did. We were up 10 points to 5 with 4 minutes till the end. The whistle blew. I saw one of the other team's best players lying on the ground passed out, eyes closed, arms and legs were like jelly. Parents and coaches rushed to the scene while other adults came running on with the a stretcher. As me and my teammates watched him get carried off the field the ref blew the whistle, the game was finished.
Game 3: Finals. Will all the hard work this season pay off or will it finish on a low? At least we had the shield I said to myself. We sat on the grass and discussed our game plan and what we had to do. Again we practiced our usual passing, did our stretches and last team run. Our coach got us stirred up and ready to play.
We lined up, jogged on the field and waited for the ball to be kicked. Have you ever been in finals? Well if you have, you would know that finals are the most fun but nerve wracking part of rugby. Unfortunately the final score was disappointing but it wasn't a season low, we did learn a lot fro that team. We did come second place and also get the shield.
That is why this season of rugby will stick with me for the rest of my life. Do you have a memory that you will never forget?