Saturday was my last game of the season. I was playing outside centre. I had a few good runs, made some hard tackles but didn’t get much ball. The forwards were playing the game up front and very successfully too. At half time we were 12 – 0 up.
With about 20 minutes left to go in the match, the wing asks if he can swap positions with me. (He has only had 2 touches of the ball!) No problem. So, for the next 20 minutes, I don’t get the ball. Quins score an unconverted try, Chic kicks a drop goal and it’s 15-5 to us.
Two minutes from time, our forwards steal the ball. It comes down the line, 5 of us versus 4 of them on an overlap. The ball comes quickly to me on the wing – pass, pass, pass, pass. I get it and take off. I see the cover defence out of the corner of my eye. I accelerate, running around him. I cross the halfway line. Only their fullback to beat. I hand him off no problem. 40m, 30m, 20m… me and the white line, no defence. 15m, 10m…
Poptwangggg! The hamstring goes! I try to push through the pain! 9 metres, 8 metres. They’re gaining! I…can’t…go…any…more. I go down! 5metres from the line. Couldn’t even get the grubber in! The ref blows the final whistle and my season is finished!
*Agoraphobia - fear of open spaces