It’s only mid-night but the freezing air beats me down. My team mates on the sideline are in a warm spot in their jackets but it feels like there are polar bears trying to stop me from getting to the try line.
I get 4 points from scoring. Now I go to take the kick but my legs are freezing.
To me it feels like I'm in Antarctica, but I will be brave and go for the kick. When I step back and look at the ball and then the goalpost, in my brain I’m saying to myself “I will get this kick over.”
My heart is beating a million beats per hour. My fans are screaming at me and they are saying, “Get it over! Get it over!” I look at the ball, then I look at the goalpost. I look at the ball, then I look at the goalpost. I look at the ball, then I look at the goalpost.
My fans are shouting at me like a monkey in a zoo. I get annoyed. Then I look at the ball then I look at the goal post one last time. I try going with what my heart said and it said I will get it over. Then I step back and then I take a little jog, then…
