Rugby. Rugby is one of the best team games there ever was. One of the best decisions of my life was to play rugby. It keeps you fit and you get to play with your friends.
We all sat anxiously in the changing rooms, packed in tight like a tin of sardines. Still wet from doing the warm up in the pouring rain. Nobody talked, it was dead silent, so silent in fact that it was scary. I was nervous. As the coach talked about how we deserved to win this and all of the plays we should try to play; I sat there staring blankly at the floor, eager to get out on to the cold, wet pitch to tackle some people and to score a try or two like I had dreamed about last night. I had what I was going to do running through my head. The coach finished talking we all …show more content…
It was his death that made me want to make him proud by playing rugby. My grandpa loved watching his son, my uncle play. So that’s probably one of the many reasons why my family supports me so much. Rugby also helps you release any anger and frustration you have whilst keeping you fit.
We all ran to our coach on the other side of the pitch, I was tired and it was only the first half. The coach told us what was good and what was bad, the bad part was that we were losing by 7 points. A try. The good part was that we had got into the other teams head, and they were all very tired apparently.
30 minutes later I felt dead, everything ached, everything was screaming in pain and everything was out of energy. We still had 10 minutes of gameplay left, but we had to push on through the pain we couldn’t stop now. Another penalty was given to us, so we all decided to kick into the corner next to the try line so then we could have a line out. We ran after the ball like a pack of hungry lions chasing a zebra. The ball went out, just as we wanted. The forwards lined up for a line out and I was the one that was chosen to be lifted. There was a huge amount of pressure on me to catch the ball. I had to catch it to
We all sat anxiously in the changing rooms, packed in tight like a tin of sardines. Still wet from doing the warm up in the pouring rain. Nobody talked, it was dead silent, so silent in fact that it was scary. I was nervous. As the coach talked about how we deserved to win this and all of the plays we should try to play; I sat there staring blankly at the floor, eager to get out on to the cold, wet pitch to tackle some people and to score a try or two like I had dreamed about last night. I had what I was going to do running through my head. The coach finished talking we all …show more content…
It was his death that made me want to make him proud by playing rugby. My grandpa loved watching his son, my uncle play. So that’s probably one of the many reasons why my family supports me so much. Rugby also helps you release any anger and frustration you have whilst keeping you fit.
We all ran to our coach on the other side of the pitch, I was tired and it was only the first half. The coach told us what was good and what was bad, the bad part was that we were losing by 7 points. A try. The good part was that we had got into the other teams head, and they were all very tired apparently.
30 minutes later I felt dead, everything ached, everything was screaming in pain and everything was out of energy. We still had 10 minutes of gameplay left, but we had to push on through the pain we couldn’t stop now. Another penalty was given to us, so we all decided to kick into the corner next to the try line so then we could have a line out. We ran after the ball like a pack of hungry lions chasing a zebra. The ball went out, just as we wanted. The forwards lined up for a line out and I was the one that was chosen to be lifted. There was a huge amount of pressure on me to catch the ball. I had to catch it to