Saturday, March 21, 2009
Last training before the nats was spent with our seniors. We played fairly well against them and eventually winning the game. But juz as we hoped that training ended earlier, we din want training to end. If only there were more trainings... If only I din have to miss training for lessons... If only I could be given more time to know my team mates... If only...
Then after training, the seniors left and we had our circle of power, where every1 shared their emotions and feelings for the nationals as we pledge to work towards the finals goal together. Its the time when everyone cried, everyone, laughed, everyone felt touched. Its a feeling that you have never experienced before. Cause standing right before you is a team which you see almost everyday, almost every training, for most of the time, I would say even more than I see my family. The bond is something that is more than teammates or brothers, its sumthing that would require more than words and pictures to describe.
I always thought I wouldn't feel this feeling again, ever since I lost my partner. But yet again, I was proven wrong. Polo has always been a hard choice for me. I remembered choosing it over badminton in my lower sec years, and later over counsel in the subsequent years to come. Although I was on the verge of quitting a couple of times in the past, my team stood there for me. When I was having my off days, they were there for me too. And certainly, when I had to miss training for lessons, they forgave me. And I'm really really grateful for having such a understanding team.
Nevertheless, I do still feel worried about my performance. Yes, no doubt the team has grown and became stronger together, but individually, due to the lack of training, I might cause problems by hurting the morale of the team. I am the least unprepared for nats and I know I ought to do something about it. But I just can't stop myself from making mistakes so frequently that I will actually cause my team to lose. Not having enough courage to shoot, mistiming the drive, unable to convert my attacks are just some of the many that might occur again.
The big game is next mon, and I juz hope that I can be ready by then. But now with a sprained left thumb, I'm even more worried about dragging the team down. Well, I just hope everything turns out well. Making it to the finals isn't that difficult. Its just whether you performed your best and whether you have fun together as a team during the match.
In my own world,
10:23 PM
