Monk steamroll's forward in gaining the hard yakka from dummy half.
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First Game.
It had been a rough couple of years, playing under 18s footy, I even got a spot playing for Newtown a couple of years ago, however a bad injury lead the doctor to tell me that I could never play a contact sport again. But i didnt let that stop me, since that moment, I had been training like crazy. Waking up at 4:00am every morning to run and workout at the beach, having time for University, Part-time job and footy wasnt easy. But this year, on a day in early March it was all worth it.
On that day in early March I went to training and Coach stood surrounded by all us juniors. In a wise voice he announced the junior that would be brought into the full-time squad, I remember my heart started beating intensely as he started reading out the name, A split second later he had read the name out, unexpectedly, I started getting pats on the back and Coach walked over to me, he held out his hand announced that my work ethic was that to be desired by many, and my determination was what brought me into the full-time squad for the upcoming NRL season. That moment was surreal, my short lived dream was now taking shape, someday I hoped to be in State of Origin, A Test Game or maybe if I tried hard enough, a Grand Final. That was the start of my journey, my journey to the top.
The next two weeks were a nightmare, getting up at 3:00am to train by myself, not to mention the intense workouts with the squad, and it wasnt enough to have an acceptable level of fitness anymore like in the lower grades. We had to be Premium level Fitness, otherwise we all might as well quit. Every time someone stopped in our Four Hundred Thousand kilometre runs the coach would add another Hundred Thousand Kilometres to the run. I never faltered though, I couldnt let myself be broken by the intense workouts, Every step burned like being thrown into a Thousand Degree Furnace, but i kept thinking I will be at the top because even after all the running, all the pain and all the mornings waking up and not being able to move from exhaustion this was still the start of my journey, my journey to the top.
The next day I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing I looked at it and answered.
Hello
Mate, I got some news, just had a look at the team for the Roosters verse Rabbits Game, congratulations, your starting round one
My heart exploded. Finally, all my hard work has payed off, this was my chance, the start of my journey. Now I could spend the day relaxing and...
Also mate, there is a squad meeting in half an hour, get your ass over to the ground in 30 minutes.
I looked at the clock 4:41am, the early starts were hard on your body, but it was all worth it, i was still basking in the glory as I ran out of the house and jumped into the car. Finally I had gotten a start in the NRL. I was getting better, my fitness was Elite, and I knew it was ready, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was only the start of my journey, my journey to the top.
It was Friday night, I put on my gear, and as I ran out of the tunnel into the centre of the field for the kickoff, the others sitting on the sidelines looked at me, they were all proud of all the work I had done. I looked out into the crowd, my parents were here and they smiled. My heart was pounding in my chest, there had been plenty of hype leading into the game, but through it all I had never second guessed myself. I knew I deserved this opportunity.
They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die, well, everything that I worked for, every hardship I had to overcome just flashed before my eyes, all that as I blew my whistle, refereeing my first of what I was promised would be many NRL games, because one day, I will be at the top. Even after all I had been through, this was still the start of my journey, my journey to the top.
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