Netball is back on again and my team played their first game last night. We lost in a close one 20-18. I played like absolute crud, missed all but one of my shots on goal and was so out of breath after five minutes, I felt like I'd smoked a packet of ciggies before the game....except I don't smoke. Go figure!
Next week we play the worst team so we SHOULD have a win but I don't want to get too cocky. Pride comes before a fall. I've learnt never to underestimate anyone and assume that just because they are old, overweight or haven't played in 10 years doesn't mean they aren't a darn good player! I remember playing tennis in Albany against a bunch of old ladies when I was 16 and smirking to my mum beforehand, "I'm gonna thrash them. I bet they can't even run!" Well, I was right about that....they couldn't run...they made me do all the running. They placed their shots so carefully that they hardly needed to move. Crafty old ladies! One of them had a vicious serve with a karate chop action. Scary!
I am hoping our next match will be better and that I'll actually get the jolly thing through the hoop. That'd be nice.