Poem: Hobbling On
When I was 13 I was in the school’s First XI hockey team – the youngest and at that point the first ever junior to be in with the seniors.
We were playing the best school in the league and in the final moments of the game the ball was dragged back in front of me and I stood on it, wrong-footed, beaten. And I rolled my ankle really badly (as opposed to, u…
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