RJ lost to SA through flicks. Five wasn't enough, we tied all of it. Continued on to Sudden Death.
We lost at the tenth.
Even though SA put up a good fight, even though they were worthy opponents, even though they scored one against us, even though they banged the ball up into our half frequently, even though my beloved ex-team mate swore at me, I will still say
we deserved to win more.But we didn't, and that's why it hurts so badly now.
My faith in God has been tested time and again, for Crescent and for Raffles. And I tell myself over and over that it is meant to be and He has a reason for making things turn out they way they did. But what I want to know is why. And when.
The pain is so intense because I really thought that we had a shot at the Gold despite countless differences. If I did not believe earlier on that we could play for the Champion's trophy, I wouldn't have talked the way I talked, I wouldn't have hoped the way I hoped.
Whatever, it's over. I'll settle for half and aim for fucking third. But next year, we'll be back, and we'll battle for the
victory that was meant for us.
And Lord, I'll trust in you once again, as always.
