Tuesday, January 02, 2007
[[Rugby... painful]]
had Rugby on Sat.. i played 2 games..
we won the first one.. 7 to 5... initially, I didnt give two hoots about Rugby.. but after 4 tackles in the first game... i fell in love with it....
TACKLING IS DAMN FUCKING SHIOK LA!!!!my first tackle was the first of my team.. it was a successful one... it got my adrenaline pumping.. since then.. i keep my eyes trained on whomever was carrying the ball.. cos i would be lying in wait behind my teammates.. waiting for the right amount of distraction.. and when he finally makes a mistake.. i will pounce on him!!
the next 2 tackles were unsuccessful though.. in my anxiety, i forgot to grab with both my arms....
thus, i waited patiently for my final kill of the game....
then there came my chance.. right before the final whistle... the enemy broke through all my Forwards... but i was there.... studying him steathily behind my teammates... when he broke through.. i flanked him from his half right... i ended his futile attempt at the my Try Line with a diving tackle at his waist which sent him straight to the ground...
the feeling was damn shiok... the feeling of bringing someone down to the ground with a hard tackle... awesome...
however, we lost the 2nd game.. it wasnt too surprising since the oppenent were the guys whos trained us...
there was a third.. i left before it... one reason was that my knee was whacked during the first game.. due to the injury i hate in the army.. my knees are easily damaged... however the main reason is that i wanted to go home earlier to have dinner with my family... but how was I supposed to tell the team this... most would probably brush it off as bullshit...
after all those deaths i have seen.. i really wan to be home more...
i really want to...
i was here @
3:21 AM.