HUJUMA-The Rugby Player's Mind

HUJUMA-The Rugby Player's  Mind

This is where we let the fan meet the players mind garage as the game proceeds...you came and saw me in short shorts running around with the ball but prior to that in as much as you admired me I had hell of pressure pumped into me.... there was the coach, the manager then you the shouting fan.

 The Game Begins

You want results, not because you own the club I play for, but just to spice your Saturday afternoon and give you more reason to drain alcohol down your bitter throat. For one I skipped a party yesterday to be sober enough for this game, as if that is not enough I was forced to take several liters of water so that my body will take the hits you enjoy so much without bulging.

Here I am all set to give you a show, you sit comfortably then order a cold drink, man!! you make me salivate and as if  you don't realize, you go a head and toss for the game.

The player watches and wonders when the 80  min will end to at least quench his now overwhelming thirst. Worse brothers you decide to come with your women,dressed conspicuously for the event, I wonder who advised such brief dressing for rugby matches... now I the player has to balance between the screams of your beautiful gal looking at me willingly,the ball, your bottle,my coach, the captain shouting on top of his voice,,,list is endless.

Weekend Blues

Yesterday was not my day, game got rough and a few punches in the ruck here I am with two red eyes, my boss has been suspecting me of thuggery and God knows what other crimes.

Every Monday I come in tired and disillusioned body couldn't handle the damage,simply because my weekend started on Sunday and I wished it spilled to Monday. I nearly confuse a holiday that falls on Monday with my birthday.... boy..!! then I fully rest and re energize to at least make the boss happy . I wanted to 'Omba Serikal' to make Monday a holiday then I remembered how soccer has disappointed the country.

The Grass Burn 

This time I got lucky at least the injury is hidden in my butt so despite the new walking style, the boss is not gonna think I was in a bar brawl again. I retire to bed , hell the alarm is most uncalled for on a Monday morning.

Coach please understand I will miss the next training don't make me lie, the excuses are a million as you know already.

Hesmatt

@Hesmatt