Sporting Memories: A throwback on the Pitch
Quite an amazing one here…still catching up with the school years’ sport memories. It was a nice and wonderful experience then against all odds and good times. I took a stroll along with my high school friends some few weeks ago, at a point, we stopped over by the school I attended back then in school days, it was a nice one still seeing the uproar spirit of sporting in the young boys around the school compound.
This actually took my memories back to how it was when in secondary school…not forgetting the last time jumped over to keep a ball from entering the goal post of which I had a brake on my ankle joint trying to serve the ball from entering…imagine nine people standing along the line of the post just for a particular bet…why was it a bet? There was an amount of money fixed for any of us being able to grab the ball from entering the post. Here comes the great striker who from a distance about 12metres away from the post stroked a shot directing towards the post and on trying to get the ball on the air got me in to a scene I never wanted to have experienced.
This was an awesome one, it actually encouraged me to learning how to become a goal keeper…and this a life dream come true.
Back then, I wouldn’t forget an awesome experience when I played football with my school classmates together playing against our senior schoolers….in the course of this, I had an injury on my toe nail were I was kicked together with the ball. It was a painful one there, I was rushed out of the football pitch with blood rushing out of my legs….no first aider available at the moment, tragic I may call it with the pains that I felt. Back then the passion for football had always made us to unite as friends and wouldn’t mind playing with the last of our strength. Being carried out of the pitch…I was a taken to a nearby hospital around the school premises for an immediate treatment.
On hearing loud voices of victory from the pitch, I felt depresses because I was playing the No. 5 (defence) unit. I could not withstand the fear in me, I pulled down from the bay immediately and asked the nurse to please discharge me from the hospital, she refused and on a more terrifying note, she accepted my plea. I returned immediately to pitch with a bandage wrapped round my toe.
Lo and behold it was one gaol ahead of my team, I pleaded with my team leader to let me an opportunity to feature once again, but he refused being the reason of my state at that point. I persuaded more and more that I was ok, and he allowed me in…this was a second half of the match.
Playing with banded wounds was not an issue for me but defending and vigorously scoring to victory was my zeal….i never felt the pains as I was playing until when we won the match….that’s when I returned back to the pains of my wound.
I had passion for it and that…was my dream.
Adrenaline normally hides the pain and only when things calm down does the pain start to show. So you went to hospital because of your toe nail? Not judging you as I am sure that was painful.
That was too risky a deal to use a wounded leg for another tens of minutes in the pitch. I know how serious nail injuries could be especially if they tear out with the skin. Glad you survived.