I knew my daughter's netball grand final would be a more serious event than an ordinary schoolgirl netball game, I just didn't know how much more serious.It wasn't just that the audience was larger, although siblings, fathers and grandparents who had never before attended a game came to watch. Certainly, the players were more nervous than usual. And in contrast to the normal chattiness, the scorers and timekeepers sat in hushed isolation together.
When the national anthem began to play on the loudspeakers just before the game began, then I knew something was really different.
Even the umpiring was more serious. There were three umpires instead of the usual one.
The picture above is of a goal scored by my daughter. She was privileged to be selected to play her two favourite positions, goal shooter and wing attack.
This has been a wonderful season for our girls. Their coach was inspiring; tough but fair. She taught them to lose with grace and to win without gloating.
The icing on the cake: they won the grand final 22-9.
I am a proud mother.
5 comments:
Congratulations to your daughter!! I can personally relate because my daughter also plays sports. You took an awesome picture!!
Jessica
Congratulations. What a convincing win!
I used to love playing wing attack. Back in the days when I was young and my knees didn't complain with every running step I took.
Congrats to your daughter and her team.
Brilliant photo and a brilliant win! :-)
Oh, the old netball days, I LOVED them! Never went much on the training, but the game! I came to expect the beetroot red colour my face would be at the end of the game, the same colour my son's face goes now with too much physical exertion! And the gallons of water we would drink at the end... Sorry, getting all nostalgic, back to you - well done to your daughter and her team's amazing win!! Wendy xxx
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