It was back down to Rodney Parade yesterday to watch the Dragons boys kick off their season against Leinster.
If someone had told me a couple of months ago that I would be making it to watch the first game of the season I probably would have replied with ‘pull the other one’ or maybe even something a little less tasteful. Turning up for a game on crutches wasn’t new for me but watching the boys warm up, knowing that this time i hadn’t just been sidelined for a few weeks but for ever brought with it a confusing mix of emotions. I knew this day would come at some point, what I didn’t know was how it would make me feel. On one hand I feel blessed to be here at all, never mind on my feet, but on the other hand i realised that there is a lot I’m going to miss. Don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty to do with the professional game that I will be happy to see the back of; Monday morning mauling sessions, getting injured and career instability you can keep, but getting paid to do PE, ye I’ll miss that.
With the chaos of the last few months and the size of the fish I am frying at the moment it has been easy to not dwell on the thought of life without rugby. Today however I did, I had no choice, and although I’m inevitably going to miss playing, I’m still able to enjoy the sport as a supporter and who knows maybe one day as something more….
All things come to an end and often quite abruptly, that’s life and I’m ok with that. I come away from a decade in the game with some great memories, and most of all some great mates; two things that can’t ever be taken away from me. One chapter ends and another one begins, hope it’s a good one. ✌️🏉📖
P.s. Thanks to @dragonsrugby for the hospitality yesterday and for the continued support from both the club and the fans, it means a lot. #SUFTMOG 🐉
P.p.s. Seven tries suggests everyone’s going to be getting their money’s worth up at the Ricoh this year as well! #COYW 🐝