hi, im just going to tell you my story of football... i was a good rover/ goalsneak and when i was in year 7. our school team made it to the state finals. first we had to pass at horsham then ballarat and then spotswood, melbourne. we had made it to the grand final at optus oval(Princess Park). we played great but lost due to lack of energy and umpires. true. the next year(2006) we made it to spotswood again for the semi finals. i had won best player at the horsham tournament which gave me inspirarion to play better. we had won the first two games and the last was the important one. we played the game goal for goal until our ruckman who was a very fast runner and good footballer punched their rover stupidly. he got yellow carded and with two of our star players off. one was sick. the whole team knew they had to step up. a very relaxing talk at half time we were up by 8 the team had to prove we could go out and play more better then we could. i was on the right flank and the ball was bounced. jake(2nd ruckman) suprisingly tapped down to stevo who made a run but was tackled. bounced the ball again. their ruckman won this one and then recieved the hand ball of his rover. he booted it long towards the opposition. hayden picked it up and kicked it to Jazza. Jazza handballed it back to hayden who was running past. he then was stuck and ave a handball to Ayden. i saw my chance so i sprinted towards the boundary. he saw me and kicked it high from the wing. the sky was pitch blue and the ball was spinning perfectly. i had recently dropped a lot of marks so i told my self 'KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BALL!!" what i could just was the wind had carried it towards the sideline more. i sprinted the faster i have truely ever sprinted. the ball started to drop and it fell into my arms. i blinked as i marked it and with my eyes still shut i crashed into the metal pole fence. i opened my eyes and could remember seeing the cars and the grass. i fell back onto my back and the only thing i could hear was seany who was on the bench which was on the directly opposite of the ground. i landed with my right leg under the other and i was yelling and screaming. i couldnt feel my right leg. it was so strange. i kept yelling and screaming. my teammates came over and they were in shock. the nurse came and called the ambos. my parents were in queensland at the time...
i was staying with stevos parents those couple of days and they stretchered me into the umpires room. they chucked ice on it. the parents and nusre person kept giving me words on what to do. it was too confusing so i just didnt listen. the only thing that was on my mind now was are we winning, are we winnning, are we winning? i kept asking the parents to check the scores every 5 seconds. we were now losing. the parents started talking sense so i listened to them but not the trainer as she was really stuckup. i was in there for bout 30 mins. the worst 30 mins of my life. the ambos finally arrived and i was stretched up on to the bed. they gave me the green stick. they told me to keep sucking on the green stick but to me it looked yellow. (colour blind). i was wheeled in and i then hear an applause to my right. i look out and see the whole team there out of the door. i decided to do sumthing that they will remember me by so i gave them the punk rock sign as i breathed in the morphine stick. they all laughed. they then closed the doors and started driving. i look out the window and see the 3 teams all clapping... it was the longest trip ever to the royal childrens even though it was only a few ks away. i arrived and i wasnt allowed to drink or eat. i had eaten snakes at halftime so i had to wait 8 hours before surgery. stevos parents rang mine up and explained what had happened...
they took some x-rays and i asked jackie(stevos mum) if they were bad? and her reply was always a cautious yes. i wanted to drink because the drugs gave me a dry mouth. i wasnt allowed and the only type of water i was allowed was on a cottoned bud that was dabbed onto my lips by jackie. i needed it every 5 minutes and i thank you for that. my parents were back in a few hours. first time i saw them i cried. it was just really emotional. i kept saying im sorry for sum reason. probs the drugs. i needed to pee at the moment which was embarrinsing. skip that bit. my result was a broken femur behind the knee ( ) that far away from the growth plate. i had two 'nancy' lol rods in the leg and was put in a cast...