Thursday 19th November 2015
Me and Bruce left the changing rooms ready for PE, Dylan was still doing his laces being the slow coach he always is. We walked onto the field with our studded shoes and started to make the trek to the pitch. Then Dylan caught up with us, "Why didn't yo Lu guys wait for me?" Dylan asked. Mr and Bruce looked at each other and looked at Dylan, "Because you were taking forever as usual" Bruce said.
Ever since year 7, when a football smacked my head and knocked me onto a corner so I cracked my head open I never really liked football in fact I hated it!
There was a choice to play badminton, my favourite sport, or football. Bruce had blackmailed me with a secret I had told him about who I liked and said if I play badminton instead of football then he would tell everyone my secret. So I played football. Dylan hates football just as much as me but he's just not good at it to be honest.
We were put into teams, I hated football for another reason. Team Picking! Me and Dylan were always the last ones too be picked and it was so embarrassing. But Bruce don't wh other hand was one of the first, he's very sporty. Dylan was picked just before me and he was put in team 3. Bruce was in team 4. I wanted to be in team 4 or 3, but I would want to be in team 4 with Dylan more as team 3 was rubbish and team 4 had all the best players. So if I did end up playing it wouldn't be very hard anyway. Mr Finn shouted, "Harry, you go to team 4 * blew into his whistle* okay let's go, let's go!"
We jogged to our goal, I was happy I was with Bruce. We were coincidentally against team 3 (Dylan's team). So it was going to be an easy match, and I thought I would give some effort. We started the match and the ball was mostly in the possession of Bruce and Matthew (another sporty person) with pass after pass after pass! I followed the ball giving assistance when needed, I barely came into contact with the ball unless you count getting megsed twice as contact.
The score was 3-1 and I was in mid field when I actually came into contact with the ball. Bruce said before the game he would pass to me at least once. I had a direct hit into the goal, and I shouted, "Bruce, one two, one two!" He looked at me whilst dragging the ball. He said, "No!" I was shocked, "Pass it now! Bruce!" He shuck his head again. Annoyed I screamed, "Pass!" He angrily frowned and kicked the ball at me really hard. Whilst the ball was flying towards me someone jumped behind me and tried to header the ball. The ball hit me on the for head, the person behind me had their elbow behind my head. When the ball hit me it pushed me back into the elbow and then I fell in lots of pain and with dizziness then the person who's elbow hit my head fell onto me.
I had blurred vision and was seeing everything spinning. Everyone else thought I had dived onto the floor for no reason and the boy on top of me was trying to start a pile on. And 3 other boys were stupid enough to jump on me. It felt like someone had dropped a piano on my chest. I was screaming in agony. Everyone was laughing until Bruce came over and told them the ball hit my face. They got of and then I saw the sun, and it hurt my eyes. Then I passed out.
