This Is Our Year.

Chapter One: Season Starter.

01/09/2012.

This date was all I could think about. This date marked the beginning of this years rugby season. I had been waiting three months for this day. When I finally could become myself again. Ahead of me I had nine glorious months of highs and maybe even a few lows. It was all being kicked off with a double header at Wembly that weekend. Saracens vs London Irish and Leicester Tigers vs Harlequins. This couldn't have come at a better time, it was my eighteenth birthday on the Thursday before and I had already bought my tickets to the double header, I couldn't wait. Two days until I was going to be classed as an adult. Four days until the best nine months of my life so far. Last year we had lost out on being Aviva Premiership Champions, by 'we' I mean the team I supported, Saracens.

I lived in Watford in a house with my two friends, Lexi and Lottie. We had received the brilliantly thought out nickname "Triple L" from people we knew as all our names began with the letter L. Lexi, Lottie and Lindsay. I was the oldest of the trio, then Lex and finally Lottie. We all liked rugby, but I think the term "like" when it comes to explaining my feelings for the sport doesn't even come close. Dedicated or even obsessive come to mind when I think about it. Anyway we were all looking forward to the weekend. But we had to get through another three days of working before that could happen. Lottie worked for a local nursery, whilst Lex worked in a local restaurant. I was working in a hospital, whilst going to college training to be a Surgeon. I looked to my watch and I only had a half hour before my shift ended. I was sat at my computer typing up notes from patients when my mind wandered. I could help but think about him. After all I had been in love with him for two years now. The person I'm talking about is Owen Farrell. Age 20. Height 6ft 2in. Team Saracens. Position 10, 12 or 13 otherwise known as Fly-Half or Centre. But he had no clue. I mean how could he, being an international rugby player. And knowing this hurt. Pain I've never experienced. But this year I hoped to change that. Considering last year I went to no games because I didn't live in London. This year I did, and my season ticket was paid for and waiting on my shelf at home. And I had an advantage. Lex was dating one of the Saracens players as it happened. Richard Wigglesworth. They had been together for about six months, and they suited really well. Me and Lottie were the singles in the household. But Lottie was in love with Nils Mordt, another Saracens player who worked closely with Owen. So this year would be our year. It would be our turn to have what we wanted.