Personal Narrative: My Journey With An ACL
My journey with an ACL
Friday 26th of February: This was a very important day for the team, we needed to win to keep our chances of playing Met 1, playing against Knox 2 at Slater Reserve who whooped us in the past year by 14 points. It was one of the most physical games of basketball I’ve ever played. In the last quarter with a minute and thirty seconds, was when the shocking accident happened. We were up by a couple of points, and doing our full court press to apply as much pressure as possible. In the press I was playing a sweeper, and roll picking off any long passes that tried to get through our press. They were inbounding the ball from the sideline from in front of our bench. I instructed the boys to get into the arrow formation. I could …show more content…
He went to pass, and I took a couple steps to stop that pass. I then saw that he looked on the far side of the court, and I dashed to the other side to intercept the ball. I got there with exceptional timing, I soared in the air to steal the ball, yet as I came through, collecting the ball, number 23 for Knox pulled my arm back to prevent me from landing safely. The bottom half of me got caught under my back. I knew straight away that I had injured my knee. Originally I thought it was just a jar, and I got up and hobbled five metres. I then collapsed, knowing that I’ve done more than just a jar. My coaches helped me off the court and applied ice straight away, trying to get back to the last minute of the game. We ended up winning by a point! I had an adrenaline rush and was able to walk over to shake the players and refs hands. After the team talk, and many people asking how I was, we were ready to go to the car. As I was talking to Vike, heading towards the car, my knee buckled under me and I collapsed on the concrete screaming with pain. I took deep breaths while dad went to the car, and brought it closer to me. I hopped in and went to drop off Michael and Vike. We then continued home and I went straight to my bedroom and sat on my bed
Friday 26th of February: This was a very important day for the team, we needed to win to keep our chances of playing Met 1, playing against Knox 2 at Slater Reserve who whooped us in the past year by 14 points. It was one of the most physical games of basketball I’ve ever played. In the last quarter with a minute and thirty seconds, was when the shocking accident happened. We were up by a couple of points, and doing our full court press to apply as much pressure as possible. In the press I was playing a sweeper, and roll picking off any long passes that tried to get through our press. They were inbounding the ball from the sideline from in front of our bench. I instructed the boys to get into the arrow formation. I could …show more content…
He went to pass, and I took a couple steps to stop that pass. I then saw that he looked on the far side of the court, and I dashed to the other side to intercept the ball. I got there with exceptional timing, I soared in the air to steal the ball, yet as I came through, collecting the ball, number 23 for Knox pulled my arm back to prevent me from landing safely. The bottom half of me got caught under my back. I knew straight away that I had injured my knee. Originally I thought it was just a jar, and I got up and hobbled five metres. I then collapsed, knowing that I’ve done more than just a jar. My coaches helped me off the court and applied ice straight away, trying to get back to the last minute of the game. We ended up winning by a point! I had an adrenaline rush and was able to walk over to shake the players and refs hands. After the team talk, and many people asking how I was, we were ready to go to the car. As I was talking to Vike, heading towards the car, my knee buckled under me and I collapsed on the concrete screaming with pain. I took deep breaths while dad went to the car, and brought it closer to me. I hopped in and went to drop off Michael and Vike. We then continued home and I went straight to my bedroom and sat on my bed