I miss these days, playing for HFH with the ridiculous banter, our pretend brawls in training, most of them training hungover on a Saturday morning and abusing The Smurf. This was probably my favourite match that I played in as well, we beat Thatto Heath 32-31 becaue it was pretty much a match that you have dreams about. Captaining a group of our best friends in one of the biggest game of the season, against your local rivals, behind 31-26, with a minute to go, when you score a try after a simply brilliant team move and then nail the conversion (photo) as the last action of the game to seal the victory.
Up the Hornets!
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
(Source: staypozitive)
