On friday everyone was excited because it was our first rugby game. We weren't very good because we only had one practice but our coach thinks we were better then last year.
When we started the game I wanted to score lots of tries because my dad gives me 5 dollars a trie, but he he only gives it to m e if we win but we didn't want to win because it was a grading game and if we won we would go to A grade and we would get destroyed in A grade.
When they kicked off I got the ball and ran down the line and almosted got a trie straight away, but then I got tackled. When I was trying to put the ball out to our side somebody on their team stopped right on my face and it started bleeding, but it wasn't that bad so it stopped.
It took a really long time but out of nowhere it was half time. In that whole half I only scored two tries but I kept getting the ball up the line. At the first little bit of the second half I was still in the game because I did really good in the first half and our coaches Mike and Marty wanted me on but we didn't want to win.
Half way through the second half I got taken off for Troy. After a while, Troy said he didn't want to play any more but when I asked Mike he said ask Troy again just incase he wanted to stay on. I went and asked him and he said he wants to stay on and I was annoyed because I wanted to go back on.
After like 5 minutes Troy got bolled over and started crying so I could go back on. I was real happy because I still had a couple minutes to make some money, so as soon as I got on I ran to the ball and got it out of the ruck and scored a trie. After the kick off I almost got the ball again, but the weird angles on the ball made it bounce away from me.