We had just lost the final of the western suburbs tournament over a dodgy decision by the ref to award the opposing team a penalty. 2 minutes from full times the sky opened up and began pouring down on us as we trudged to the clubrooms feeling hard done by.
I was injured just 3 games in the tournament as I had managed to sprain my ankle in a dirty tackle. I had already put in 12 goals in the 3 games, but because of my injury I was ruled out for the rest of the tournament.
The award ceremony began and us, the Tawa K9s were called up first as runners up and were given some feeble chocolate fish, and I was in no mood for sweets. Then came up the winners, Western Academy 1. Everyone in my team thought I had the golden boot secured. "and the golden boot award goes to Lachlan Hill" I was delighted, not only had I won the golden boot but I managed to retain the golden boot award and the fact that I managed to score enough in just 3 games.
I slowly limped out of the club rooms feeling a sense of pride and happiness. Then my heart drooped as I saw the rain still pouring down, I groaned.
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