Connor
Another day at practice, another day of dealing with men picking me up, heads close to my balls, mud and grass. Just the same old same old. Nothing new. Nothing exciting that I nearly ripped my head from my neck.
There was no more competition in rugby. We had won most of our games. Lost both to South Africa, expected, it was alright. It wasn't like we went there with lots of hope anyway. Other than that, we had a really good record and getting to the World Cup was getting closer and closer.
On the other hand the club was doing excellent for the euro division and I was pleased. Edward was doing better too. Before I thrived with the competition between us now it got a bit boring. Everyone knew we were best friends now. No one even batted an eye when we shoved each other.
