Describe A Moment In Your Life When You Took On A Great Challenge
1. Describe a moment in your life when you took on a great challenge. What was the outcome?
It was a rainy and windy day In Valladolid, where the Spanish Rugby Championship was being held. Thirty teams had managed to enter the tournament; the Spanish crème de la crème (including little ol’ me), but now only eight remained. The other seven had withered away like leaves on an autumn wind. The other team seemed ready; an orgy of feelings flooded the pitch: fear, excitement, and anxiety…
Our team, “David” stand in front of several “Goliaths” but that doesn’t make us back down but stand up, our opportunity has finally arrived, or better said, we have finally gained what we deserve. As we entered the pitch, eyes gouging our backs, eyes that underestimate, eyes that devour.
We headed to the locker room, our war room, where we get ready for battle. I visualize some plays, review the codes and I think about my team, my brothers inside the field, who I will protect and fight for during the whole day, and they will do the same for me.
Our first battle started at 9am, against a northern team from Barcelona, nominated as the second favourites to win the tournament. Expectations were clear. Six more teams were watching, in the same way a predator looks at it´s prey. We are ready, we get off to the field, we went over some tactics and strategy, from this moment I hardly thought, I acted and made my body do what it has so long trained for.
It was like an avalanche, we were the smallest team on the tournament, but we were still in advantage as we weren’t just a team, we were a family and each one of us we were willing to sacrifice for any member of our family. This made the tough, strong and motivated rival, crush against an impenetrable wall formed by us. As the battle advanced, our enemies started to back away in fear, they’re moral abandoned them and now they were nothing but scared kittens in front of powerful wolves.
We classified for the next round, the four
It was a rainy and windy day In Valladolid, where the Spanish Rugby Championship was being held. Thirty teams had managed to enter the tournament; the Spanish crème de la crème (including little ol’ me), but now only eight remained. The other seven had withered away like leaves on an autumn wind. The other team seemed ready; an orgy of feelings flooded the pitch: fear, excitement, and anxiety…
Our team, “David” stand in front of several “Goliaths” but that doesn’t make us back down but stand up, our opportunity has finally arrived, or better said, we have finally gained what we deserve. As we entered the pitch, eyes gouging our backs, eyes that underestimate, eyes that devour.
We headed to the locker room, our war room, where we get ready for battle. I visualize some plays, review the codes and I think about my team, my brothers inside the field, who I will protect and fight for during the whole day, and they will do the same for me.
Our first battle started at 9am, against a northern team from Barcelona, nominated as the second favourites to win the tournament. Expectations were clear. Six more teams were watching, in the same way a predator looks at it´s prey. We are ready, we get off to the field, we went over some tactics and strategy, from this moment I hardly thought, I acted and made my body do what it has so long trained for.
It was like an avalanche, we were the smallest team on the tournament, but we were still in advantage as we weren’t just a team, we were a family and each one of us we were willing to sacrifice for any member of our family. This made the tough, strong and motivated rival, crush against an impenetrable wall formed by us. As the battle advanced, our enemies started to back away in fear, they’re moral abandoned them and now they were nothing but scared kittens in front of powerful wolves.
We classified for the next round, the four