My new hobby

In the first week when I arrived in school, I noticed that most of the boys in school are playing the most traditional irish sport: Rugby. And I knew that sport is very good way to get in contact with people. But I didn’t start Rugby, because I am living a very nice life and don’t want to go to the hospital because of broken bones.

But I was very bored, had nothing to do and my host dad Bartley is the trainer of the team, so we had a talk, because he noticed that I need something to do. Somehow, he convinced me to start Rugby.

When I first came to training last week on Tuesday, I saw the guys, who are playing Rugby and wanted to go. These guys are huge. They are smaller than me (which isn’t difficult) but weigh more than me. If you ever watched a Rugbymatch on TV you know it is a tough sport.

But you don’t know how tough it is until you really played it. The warm-up was not too hard but than we started to train the tackling. We ran against pads, which were hold by one player and we had to push the player back.

After that I was nearly dead, because I was the one who had the pad but the guys invitited me to play in the match at the end. For some reason I said yes. I still don’t know why.

In the match, I had the ball two times and both times it was gone immediatly. I didn’t have time to realise that I have the ball because as soon I hold it in my hands two or more players layed on me and the ball was gone.

Today I was at the training again and it was better. I caught my first ball and did better tacklings than the week before, but it is still very tough and physical.

I think, I ‘ll keep on playing.