Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Winning Streak

Of course I didnt get much sleep last night, everytime I heard Toby let out a cry I stirred. Owen kept holding me back "dont worry theyve got it" they were fine but I just wanted to help. Oliver and Blake were the first ones to come wake me and Owen up. "Dad" "Uncle Owen" guess I'm not the favourite anymore. "Yes I'll come make breakfast" Owen dragged me out of bed as well.

Everyone else was already awake. "I hope Toby didn't disturb anyone too much" Abbi apologised "no dont worry" I yawned "everytime he let out some sort of noise, she was up, wanting to come help" Owen piped up, I narrowed my eyes at him and he scurried straight back in the kitchen. "Dont worry, I'm used to the little sleep now" Abbi laughed.

Nicola dropped us girls to the stadium and wished us luck. Kyla came with us as she was coming out on the pitch with me today. I lead Kyla through the stadium, she wasnt the biggest rugby fan but she seemed to be fascinated. "Oops sorry" I walked straight into someone "no worries Farrell" Only I would walk straight into Eddie Jones "good luck out there today the whole England Teams here!" I was shocked that he even knew my name, I suppose from Owen. Great the whole England side, meaning a day of Holly and Ben, again!

The game kicked off as per usual, nothing unusual. We were playing the Italian side. They seemed to have upped their game in the last year, but their dirty tactics remained the same. Abbi called the mark and we all took a breather. I could see Owen on the sideline with my coach, flapping his arms about.

"What's he doing?" Charly looked over to Owen who was now talking to my coach, I shrugged. "He best not get involved this is my game" I got a bit fired up and started to rub my ring finger where the ring was supposed to be. Sam who was playing the inside centre (12) as we had our main number 12, Louise, out on injury came over "we have to go harder with the tackles they're a lot heavier than us" I nodded.

The game got fiestier and Fiestier, I was getting angrier and angrier. We were winning, by three points. I looked up to the clock, 15 minutes to go. The stronger players like Charly and Abbi were getting the tackles. "FARRELL" Abbi screamed and threw the ball straight into my hands. I dodged the defenders, and the try line was in reaching distance. My legs burnt and then I hit the ground hard.

I heard something crack, I didnt know what but the adrenaline masked my pain. The whistle blew and I opened my eyes to see my knees on the try line and the ball over the try line. I couldnt move, everyone piled off me and I could see the Italian loosehead prop get off me last, of course my weight was no match to hers. "Come on get up you did it" Charly offered me a hand. I pulled my self up, but immediately fell back down, I couldnt put weight on my leg.

"What have you done?" The girls surrounded me "i dont know" the adrenaline was starting to wear off and the shooting pains up my leg, caused tears to form in my eyes. "Medic now" Charly screamed. Of course, Owen was by my side before the medics were. "Go back to the box I'm fine" I pushed him away. "You're clearly not" he lifted me up and put me on the stretcher.

My eyes were stinging, somehow I had cut my forehead too and the blood was trickling down my head into my eye. My wrists were sore. Shes done me good and proper, I havent been this injured for years. Luckily, my fellow saracens fly half got scouted for England this year, so she took my place. It was her first match.

On my way out, the England Male team applauded me, "you're a fighter Farrell" "you'll be back before you know it" of course Billy Vinupola and Daly were the loudest. "Just make sure she does what the doctors say, you know what shes like" I heard Owen and Ellis laugh. At the end was Ben and Holly. I saw the smirk on her face, I would love to smack her one right now. Her smirk disappeared as she seen mine and Owen's hands interlinked.

They sent me direct to the hospital, with a panicked Owen. "Yeah shes fine, were just being seen now. Ill Let you know" "your brothers worried" I nodded "Mrs Farrell, looks like you've got a fracture in your tibia, some swelling round your ankle too" he held some xrays "we can put some pins in today as emergency surgery but rest for 6-8 weeks, any sooner and we will be looking at a metal splint" I sighed and nodded. Owen gave me a mum look, he has been spending too much time with Charly.

The surgery was a success and my leg looked like a stitched up balloon. Luckily, they got me in and out as soon as possible. The doctors did their usual check ups and no issues were found except the concussion. I was put in a wheelchair and given crutches as well if needed. Owen was smothering me "I'm fine Owen" I really wasnt, I wanted to finish the game.

When we got home, everyone was there including my mum and dad "you played amazing always injuring yourself" I didnt realise they were there? My dad started to reminisce about every injury I had and the numerous hospital trips "Amelia, we got flowers" Ollie pushed some tulips in my face and gave me a big hug.

"The main thing is you won us the game and you got woman of the match" I laughed "sympathy vote" "Well you kept the winning streak" Owen kissed my forehead.

"As long as I can still go to Cuba I dont care about any winning streak"