Following Dreams - Original Writing

Following Dreams - Original Writing

As I arrived at the stadium I saw my friend Paul pull in with his Dad

and brother, who plays in the youth side, in his new Aston Martin,

which he parked extremely carefully behind an old Ford Escort.

Paul and I went to primary school together so I've known him for years

but he went to a posh private school in town and I went to the local

comprehensive. We still see each other a lot though, we both play for

the same club and county and have been selected for England Schools.

This brings me one step closer to reaching my dream of playing for

England at senior level; all my hard work is paying off. I have been

playing rugby for as long as I can remember and first joined a team at

the age of six. When I train, I train with a hunger, always trying to

push myself harder and find a new challenge. This has cost me

friendship, blood, sweat and tears but that is not what is important,

what is important is what I give these things for. The only game that

I live my life for, rugby. This dream is what keeps me going without

it I would be useless and my life would not have a meaning or a

purpose.

"Alright, Chris!", my thoughts diminished as Paul called from across

the car park which was already brimming with cars. My stomach twisted

rapidly my nerves growing constantly, so I only manage to nod in

reply. We walked into the changing rooms and were greeted by the rest

of the players. As I slipped on my team jersey the movement in my

stomach halted as the nerves seeped away from my body. I was safe now,

we were a team and no one could hurt us. In my bag was a knee support

I took it out and pulled it over my knee. This was just a

precautionary measure I had felt a twinge in it for the past few

weeks. It could not stop me playing, after all I loved playing rugby