Hurrah my soccer team has made the Grand Final. We defeated Castle Hill RSL. They were lucky, and didn't deserve to make the semi-finals. It took another team getting suspended for them to get there...
However, we had to shake of that Recoba argument of
divine right. It could have gone either way. We got away with a well earned hard-fought 1-0 victory.
Mid way through the first half I received a swift elbow to the ribs from the guy I was marking. It hurt a little then, but I knew how it would feel later. I've had soccer rib injuries before, but in competition, adrenalin seems to step up and mask the pain for you. I knew the real pain would arrive later on.
Today it hurts to twist, sneeze and sit up. So hopefully I can hit some Wayne Rooney magical healing drugs and be fine to play on Saturday. I don't want to sound
all that, but I think we need me. If not simply for the fact that we are limited in numbers- I have to be there. But if it's going to hurt to breathe when I run, I'll be no chance.
Here's to praying and hoping.
David.