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Post by Neko Bazu on Feb 25, 2008 8:12:33 GMT -1
I've fortunately got a very good temper where sports are concerned. Played as a winger for a rugby team for several seasons, and managed to go half a season without getting a try - made plenty of 40+yd runs, managed to set up a whole hatful (i.e. offloading in the tackle right by the line to release someone else), but just couldn't get over the line myself. Always got snagged just at the last moment. Consider my annoyance, then, when five months into that season, I was well set for my first try, and the bloody ref stopped me. Our #10 kicked the ball out to the wing, and I chased it up - it bounced about 6 inches inside the line and popped up straight into my hands; it was inch-perfect. I was running at full pace at that point, and only had the opposite winger between me and the line - he was somehow even scrawnier than me, was totally stationary at that point, and had a sudden look of fear on his face as he realised I was 1 second away from running through him. Then the ref blew for a line-out, even though the linesman indicated it stayed in Everyone on the entire pitch (plus both linesmen) looked utterly stunned; I'm sure you can imagine what I wanted to say to him right then!
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