JAMMY LYALLS SITE
Hi This Jamie Lyall's website thanx for visiting but as you can see its under construction. My Website is gonna be gid, no joke
it will have many features like:
SELKIRK ETTRICKSIDE UNDER 14'S FOOTBALL TEAM RESULTS, TEAM, FIXTURES & MATCH REPORTS
Jams Guide to life: This is my advice, if you want advice on sport, homework, websites, anything at all just e.mail me
Cool stuff for kids (coz i am one) games etc
My town "Selkrik" and all that happens within
i will have new additions everyweek
There is one more thing, i am looking for a partner who knows a lot about website construction and who is willing to help me
Heres my first addition to the site its a rugby story by My big brother who is 15 If you are from Selkirk and play for the youth club under 18's you will recognise this:
THE GAME
The day of the match arrived and the sweet taste of revenge lingered on everyone’s tongue. The atmosphere in the changing room was ecstatic. Voices were raised whilst nerves had been long forgotten. Not one man standing in that dressing room would have thought to fear the opposition. Final instructions were issued before we were given the knock at the door by the referee. The huddle dispersed and there was an extraordinary buzz about each individual. Joe Cropper led the way out onto the field and kept the commotion at a maximum level.
The piercing sound of the whistle echoed around the battleground. I stepped up to the ball and kicked it high into the autumn sky. The low blinding sun caused temporary blindness in the Jed ranks immediately we were on the offensive. The small cluster of a crowd immediately sprang into action. Adrenalin running high everybody tried to break through the defensive line, wanting to make the first score. Ten to fifteens minutes passed with the game flowing from end to end and neither team able to break the deadlock. Tired players attempted to keep up with play but to no avail. Suddenly I saw the perfect gap, between the centre and the winger. I darted for the space and broke the first tackle before passing the ball to the winger who bundled the ball over the line. Finally the stalemate was broken to the disgust of the opposition.
After the restart I noticed something had changed. Instead of playing free flowing rugby they had reverted to a cowardly style of play. Infuriated at losing the first try they began to turn on the aggression and challenge anyone who caused them pain or humiliation. These childish antics only caused them more trouble and irritation and would eventually lead to one of them being sent off. The game continued and their patriotism began to overcome our fair play attitude. The ball was lost against the head and their tall lanky number 8 picked it up and in the process of running thrust his fingers into our stand off’s eye causing him temporary blindness with severe bleeding. The game was brought to a halt while he was carried from the field. I took this opportunity to show my ill feeling about the incident to the referee and because of this I managed to get myself a warning. The anger had begun to rage inside me and revenge was the only thing on my mind.
Half time had finally approached and we had time to cool down. With one of our best players now hospitalised, this game was going to be an uphill struggle. Discipline was the main idea for the second half but would we be able to win?
The second half got underway and the opposition were as brutal as before. We couldn’t hold them and our exhausted legs allowed their small quick-footed scrum half to touch the ball down under the posts. We fought back into the game but their indiscipline caused us more injuries and we were fast running out of reinforcements. My turn was next and in an off the ball incident their beefy prop forward seized my hand and managed to break my pinkie. The unbearable pain caused me to drop to my knees, begin to swear and roll around the pitch clutching my right hand. I stared at my hand and nearly passed out at the sight I saw; my pinkie was at right angles to the rest of my hand. The coaches immediately came to my assistance and after a few minutes I decided to carry on with my fingers strapped together unaware that they were broken. A newly lit fire now burned within me. I managed to continue through the pain and a minute before the final whistle our weakest player in the team dived over to score the try that took us within two points of the opposition. Cool and collected I stroked the ball over the posts to level the game. Aggravated and tired, one of their players lost the plot and attacked our largest player but ended up hurting himself instead. There and then the ref blew the final whistle and full of pride with our heads held high we shook hands with the frustrated Jed boys.
Somehow this game felt like a win and afterwards even the pie and beans tasted nice. There was a joyous spirit amongst us and I even felt a sense of pride at my achievements. The pain from my finger had been cancelled out by the hype and it was only when the coach mentioned it to me that my war wound began to ache.
Although excited and tired my thoughts weren’t with my problem but with my friend and teammate who was lying somewhere in the hospital. Feelings of concern and anxiety began to replace those of excitement and tiredness. Somewhere deep down I knew he would bounce back because of his personality and relaxed character.
This match had caused many doubts in my mind about friendly games. At least we had played a disciplined game and hadn’t lost control. I began to wonder why the Jed boys had acted in the way they had done. They had been savage-like as if fighting a war on the field but nice enough to speak to afterwards. The fingers were still in pain and the x-ray showed a fractured growth plate in my pinkie structure. This made no sense to me but disappointment filled me when the doctor announced that I had to stop playing rugby for 4 weeks. Rugby is part of my life so the next four weeks went as slow as possible.
Looking back on these events today I wonder why a game like that caused so much pain and suffering for those who were doing nothing wrong. Since then I have become more aware of situations like that and now believe that it doesn’t matter what we do or what we don’t do, we may still be troubled by injuries. Life is not always fair so therefore we have to take events as they come. I have also learned from this event that we have to take every day as it comes and live life while we still can.
By Alistair Lyall
cool website making page (for free)
this site has some cool stuff on it, games pictures cartoons, videos
this site is similar to the last
Rangers
games against other people on the net also there is lots of other bril stuf
cool links to cool sites
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