Our team stepped out onto the field, trying to dodging puddles and trying to step onto the green grass. This would have to be the worst day for sport. there would not be a possible chance i will be stepping in that car clean. We were all whinging and complaining out loud and trying to find ways not play footy today. "BACK IN MY DAY WE USED TO PLAY WHEN THE MUD WAS UP TO OUR CHESTS. STOP BEING BLOODY WHIMPS AND PLAY SOME GOD DAMN FOOTY." our coach yelled giving us a big spray.
We walked back into the change rooms and with 10 minutes left of the other game. This would have to be the worst day of my life to play footy in this conditions, I love footy but not in these conditions.
The siren went for the game before us and we all pretending to be pumped. we marched outside as a group and jogged into the middle of the oval. We did some streching and went straight to our postions.
I got the ball swurved around my player and kicked the ball long, as soon as I kicked it the opposition player bumped me into the mud. I looked around and knew this would have to be the worst day of my life.
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