Black "Kooga" Boots

So my wife has convinced me that I should start the long road back to fitness....well....honestly, the performance that the Springboks delivered against the All-Blacks inspired me to dust of the old rugby boots.


The Club I joined is just around the corner with a great bunch of guys. We played our first Merit Table game last weekend and won a well contested 10-7. It was a game of defence with a half-time score of 0-0. I thoroughly enjoyed it. My dear wife was there to support me all the way, so it was just appropriate for me to be injured :-) I acted like an amature running onto the field without my trusted gum-guard (seeing that I bough all my gear the previous couple of days....this one slipped my mind). As Murphy would have it I got a knee on my chin and my tongue came a good second against my teeth. It is amazing how quickly ones tongue can heal, but during the game I've never seen so much blood. I just had too keep my mouth closed everytime I was in close vacinity to the referee.

Who wants to go off the field during their first game back.

Training is much harder than I remember, but the feeling that your body worked a bit had a bit of a sweat and maybe a couple of knocks is as exilirating as I recall.

We are playing against Millwall this weekend (a couple of friends of mine play for this club), so that should prove to be interresting.

Keep your studs on the field.
Ernst

PS. It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe.
- Muhammad Ali-