v herts

45-5
victory is sweet. :)

early in the first half i took out my opposite number with a mighty low tackle. hit her old knee injury, i think, she was lying on the ground in agony. for a brief moment i was nearly overwhelmed with anxiety and guilt, but my teammates and coach quickly sorted me out ("that was a good low tackle/it was legitimate/not your fault"). i guess in way it was a fateful incident - without their flyhalf, the opposition backs seemed to lose the plot. running sideways, chucking passes, etc.

i must shamefully admit that after the match, there was a creeping dissatisfaction deep inside me. i should've been over the moon that we won - and i was. only that i'd set myself 4 personal targets for the match:

1) kick in own 22
2) score at least once (well, for once too)
3) do successful A, B & D (our moves)
4) >5 line breaks

and had only achieved a couple of them. i didn't need to kick in our own 22, but we did carry out our moves successfully, and i made at least 3 or 4 line breaks.

but what got me down was that in 5 matches as flyhalf, i hadn't scored any tries. i assure you it's not a personal glory thing, i just feel like dammit if only i could put in tries, i could help my team win.

at least i now know what i need to do: run faster, improve vision, and kick.

come on - next season, back with a bang!

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me and beer just aren't meant to be.

apparently, chinese people in particular are not good with beer in particular. something to do with enzymes, or lack of.

explains why i was woozying away post-match in the herts bar after downing like 2/3 of a pint.