Dream: noun. Generally, it can indicate a lack of something in your life; that for me was rugby…
It was my first day. I was nervous. I could feel my hands sweating by the second, my eyes wanting to close forever and my ears full of my thoughts. ‘What if I don’t score?’ ‘What if I’m not good enough?’ Well it doesn’t matter now.
I arrived. The best I can do is try my hardest. I met the coach. He was an old man full of wrinkles and had grey hair, almost as grey as the moon. He seemed nice enough but looks can be deceiving.
I was on the way to the pitch and I saw the captain coming towards me. I thought first impressions are everything. I stuck my hand out confidently and he just barged past me. Is it how I look? Is it what I did? Well that’s my first impression ruined, I thought. I tried not to think about it.
When I got on the pitch it was massive. The stadium, the lights. I could feel the atmosphere with 60,000 people watching. I could hear the people cheering me on. I could feel the soft grass and I could smell the fresh grass and hotdog stands. It was time to use my training.
I saw them all huddled up talking. Excuse me? Can I… What are you talking about? Hello? It was like I was a ghost. They got into teams: I was the last picked.
The game started when the ball got shot out of the scrum. It came beaming for me but I got it! I started to run but my team was nowhere to be seen; then it happened…
Bang! I got tackled. Then it happened again. And again. Was my team letting me get tackled? What did I do?
The session was over and I was exhausted. My whole body ached. In the changing room I heard comments like, ‘What, new kid, you can’t handle a bit of dirt?’ Everybody laughed. The next day someone put ketchup in my shoes. I should have told someone – anyone – but I just thought that if I did I would get it even worse. They messed up my clothes and called me names but I couldn’t quit now that everything was about to start…
Well, that’s how my dream is going… What about yours?