Maritzburg College School Magazine Maritzburg College Magazine 2016 electronic | Page 40

C R E AT I V I T Y AT C O L L E G E
The Unforgettable Game
My heart was pounding, my teeth clenched on my gumguard. I could feel
the adrenalin rushing through my body like a tidal wave. I heard the whistle
and then the sound of the kick. The game had begun!
This was the most unbelievable and unforgettable game that I would
experience in my career at College. This was the game against
Michaelhouse.
We rushed forward like a pack of wolves, hungry for the first tackle.
Muggleton got there first and hit the poor scrumhalf, hard. He dropped like
a stone and we managed to steal the ball. We passed the ball down the
backline and it eventually got down to me on the wing. The ball had a grip
like an octopus and I had no trouble catching it. Something clicked, deep
in my head and I know exactly what I had to do. I felt a spike of adrenalin
and I blazed down the field to the try line. The full back had come close to
catching me, but I dived, flew like an eagle and fell back on the lush grass,
placing the ball. What a try! What a victory!
That game will be one which I will never forget – the glory of winning the
game and experiencing the thrill of scoring a try. One thing was for certain
that this was just the beginning.
D Linscott (Second Form)
I was on a stretcher, being carried towards the ambulance. The pulsing
sound of the sirens rang through my head, each footstep the men who were
carrying me took, rattled my body in a mindless pain. The voices faded and
the noise receded far into the distances of my mind. I lost consciousness.
J Collocott (Third Form)
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The deafening sound of silence
Thirty kilometres later and seriously regretting my speedy start, I limped off
the final portage and entered the final stretch of water before Craddock.
My heart was pounding, my hands shaking and even my Garmin watch
enquired if I was alright. Despite this, I steeled myself against fear and set
off.
It is easy to tell when you are nearing Craddock weir – the looming black
cliffs tower above you and the cheering Rhodes students wait downstream
from you. Another factor is that as you were thinking that perhaps you had
missed it, you turn the corner and see the line of boats waiting to paddle
over the edge.
I joined the queue, and also joined in the ruthless mockery of those who
chose to portage around. Soon enough it was my turn. The lifeg