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The truest ride or die out there is a GK to her GD.
There were so many possibilities of what could happen next and the adrenaline was next level. Especially if the score was tied and you needed to convert a centre pass.
Seriously, could someone just send the ball down real quick so I would have something to do.
They thought you were going to fall in and break your three feet, but they were wrong.
It's a fine line between tall enough to play defence and so tall you always get called for obstruction.
They may say that netball is a non-contact sport, but let's be real, everyone gets as good as they give. It's just that everyone assumes that the GD is the one initiating it.
Hallelujah! Finally someone understands the struggle.
You can't leave the goal undefended, even if you're bleeding from your knees.
"It's okay, it's okay — bad luck!"
"Yeah, good try — you'll get it next time."
"THE WING IS OPEN — PASS IT TO THE WING ATTACK!"
"Hands up girls!'"
"Turn and face, turn and face!"
"REBOUND!!!"
It was made worse when you never actually won the game — you just tied.
As my mum used to say, "That ball is your ball and you can't let anyone else try and steal it." I might have been too young to understand the metaphor and ~perhaps~ took it quite literally.
Plus it also led to some pretty spectacular intercepts. You know, the ones were you're leaping through the air, the sun is behind you, the crowd is cheering and you juuuuust get a hand to the ball, tap it out of the way and then chase it down to pass off to your teammates? Yeah, those were the good ones.
Ya know, blinder? Because you were so spectacular you were practically blinding? Thanks for coming to all my games Mum — you're the best.
But of course, you wouldn't change it for the world.