LeagueNut - Panthers
Shaun M
It certainly wasnt your standard NRL debut.
He didnt know until the day before that he was going to be a late inclusion in the team and starting, no less. He hardly slept a wink that night as the butterflies set in.
In a strange way he always knew this day would come even when it looked to be the distant dream of a delusional teenager but that didnt mean he was ready for it.
He could play, there was no doubt about that. His ability had made him stand out at a young age and he was finally ready to start delivering on that promise.
But before he could take the field, he needed to get his head into the right space.
He knew there would be some negative reactions to his rise into the top grade. Hed heard all the taunts before you dont deserve it, you should be locked up, youre f**ked in the head and hed gradually been working on shutting them out.
Shaun, you see, had done a bad thing when he was younger.
He was immature, confused and easily led astray. He committed an act that seems unspeakably vile to most level-headed adults.
He was hauled before the courts and given a custodial sentence.
It wasnt easy. Some may think he didnt get enough justice served to him by the courts, but he certainly got his fair share inside.
He served his time and emerged at the other side, ready to give the next stage of his life the best shot he could.
And now, after several years of solid effort, he was standing poised on the edge of his NRL first grade debut.
The match itself was almost a total blur. Debutants always say the speed of the game surprises them, and this case was no exception. His first touch was a juggle followed by a swift shoulder to the chest, and his second touch wasnt much better.
He was able to get a few good tackles in on his opposite number, which really pumped him up. At one stage he found himself smack bang in the middle of a sweeping backline play that put his winger into a huge gap, and as he backed up on the inside he nearly allowed himself a tiny smile.
His dream was coming true.
But even though he was doing his best, he couldnt escape the taunts.
Youre a f**king murderer!
Drop it ya scumbag!
How would you like it aye? How would you like it if I did that to you?
Then there were the flashbacks.
It was difficult to stay focused on the calls from his halfback when he began hearing that familiar cry of terror.
He found it hard to take in the halftime instructions from the coach when he suddenly picked up the whiff of prison showers.
The second half wasnt any easier.
You think youre a big man aye? Yeah, youre a really big man aye?
You gutless prick I hope you rot in hell!
This was never about redemption this was about proving to himself that the second chance he had dreamed of for so long could actually be within his reach.
The highlight of his debut came midway through the second half when the opposition winger made a break up the touchline he chased as if his life depended on it and made a sweeping tackle that put his opponent into touch.
Youre still a wanker you know!
He walked from the field with his head slightly bowed. The voices seemed a little quieter now, easier to ignore. Hed earned this chance and proven, however slightly, that he could make the most of it.
He didnt know why, but he suddenly lifted his head to glance skywards.
As he returned his gaze to the ground, he took a quick glance at the grandstand. There was still a decent crowd around so he began to scan across the faces. A few were looking away or talking to each other. Some were looking at him. Most were applauding the rest of the team as they headed for the changing rooms.
But every single one of them was completely silent as they had been for the whole match.
Ill get to you lot later he thought to himself. He was impressed enough that hed been able to block them out while he was on the field.
His biggest demons were still inside.
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