It was two years ago when I first witnessed Felixton College beating Grantleigh, that I decided to play rugby. It was then that I fell in love with a game in which I never knew how to keep score; a game that I had never touched or kicked the oval ball with which they play; a game until then, I had never watched; yet still it kindled a passion in me that would give me the determination to learn and work hard, so that I may play this game someday. After our magnificent pre-season and victories early in the season, our rugby team experienced a dip. Injuries plagued us and we didn't seem to be working as a team.
We made it our goal to make Grantleigh a turning point in our season. We went into the game calmly, respectfully and with burning aggression in our hearts. Our strategy was to keep the pressure up, until Grantleigh finally cracked. And they did. The swearing and verbal abuse in the rucks were ignored by the Felixton players. All that passion which makes a rugby player a rugby player, shone brightly in each and every one of us. We won our lineouts, we moved them metres forward in the scrums and above all we made the tackles. The crowd gave us energy and inspired us to push harder. In the end we won 16-10. It was only when the Felixton College supporters came running at us and a Grade 8 jumped into my arms, that it all sank in. A feeling never felt before came over us, a feeling I shall never forget. We felt on top of the world. This victory was not only for Felixton College, but most importantly for Mr Bennett and our injured teammates. It was you we thought when Grantleigh was camping on our try-line and we put our bodies on the line to stop them in their tracks.
We thank you, Mr Bennett and all of our supporters, for standing with us in the best and worst times; never giving up on us. I hope the same passion that inspired me will rekindle the passion in all our sports players; that we may carry it into the next few games and show what Felixton College is all about.







