I am calculating the odds that I’ll be sent to Australia again. This time to attend some job commitment in Brisbane and Sydney. I’m not going. Apparently the job schedule relocated to some time until the next notification.
There was a rugby tournament held by the UMS – KAL (Universiti Malaysia Sabah Kampus Antarabangsa Labuan) last Saturday, March 03, 2007 taking place at the Labuan Square. I was late, but it doesn’t stop the enthusiast inside me that have been there for ages.
The last time I went to watch rugby tournament was like 2 years ago, the rugby tournament for schools in Malaysia, which was held in Labuan. Forgive me, I cant remember the correct time frame. This rusty brain needs a work out pretty bad.
I’m not trying to brag, but I was in the rugby team for SM Sultan Ismail, Johor Bahru, and UiTM Kota Kinabalu Branch. My position varied, from hooker, to wing position, depends on the strategy and my abilities. Sometimes, I’ll take the position which won’t require running that much. I preferred to play in 7-side game, but then, 14-side game really challenging with all the big boys scrumming the defense to get to the touch lane.
I still remember when I was playing for my school team; I don’t have a decent shoe to play the game. I have to borrow my friend’s shoe, and sometimes bare-footed for the sake of obeying my great interest in rugby. I admit, I’m not into football that much, despite the environment of soccer fame and all that was really strong. And still, I’m hanging out with an older friend that used to play with Sabah team. But I don’t have much interest on soccer/football. I don’t know why.
When I was in UiTM, the only shoe I have was my dad’s shoe; Adidas, which has 12 stark beneath, and a great grip for doing sidestep to perform dummy and all the way to the touchdown lane. Too bad, someone stole it from me, and for God sake, it was my dad’s shoe!! I won’t forgive who ever the bastard that stole my shoe.
During my early involvement in rugby scene, most of the time I was chosen to be a water boy, or linesman, and most of the time sat at the bench, waiting for the chance to be in the game, which was never happened. That was when the time Mr Guns & Rosli (as if imitating the Guns & Roses band name) coaching my school team. I followed the training schedule, never missed it, and never failed to perform very well. My problem was, I was good in training, but terribly hopeless when asked to play in the real game. I managed to fix that, and that was what I brought to UiTM.
Together with a great team, such as, Zul, Salikin, Mahathir, Jamal, Ramil, Iskandar and many more to mention (sorry I forgot most of my teammates name), we had a real blast doing training and wrecking other team defense and dignity. I still can see that in the way UiTM played last Saturday. Teasing still the best way to perform in the game, and yet our legacy inherited by the current team of UiTM Kota Kinabalu.
I really enjoyed my past time playing rugby, appreciating the lessons, experiences and of course, the friendships strengthen by the love of the game. It was there, and I managed to get hold of it. I mean, in a way you appreciate the game and your friend. I never regret to be suspended for one semester because I refused to attend the most sucks subject in UiTM, which is Kesatria Negara. The main course in the subject is marching, with the uniform that looks like communist. And I wonder why the hell on earth UiTM KK or UiTM as a whole implementing the obligation to wear such uniform, as to praise the morality and various aspect presented with an intention to create a patriotic awareness among the Bumiputra’s; when we have to dress like communist to do so. What the hell communist apparel have to do with Malaysian patriotism? I thought we hate communist so much for ripping our country part by part. Yeah, what ever. Now they have the new uniform, which makes the Kesatria Negara cadet looks like fire department cadet. Yeah, what ever again.
Back to the rugby game. It was set in most peoples mind that rugby represents violence and roughness. Spoilt one might join the rugby team to make them respectful, because they simply think rugby players is the roughest person on earth. Try smack your head repeatedly to the wall, and look if it still there remain in one piece. There’s an art in rugby; the art of controlling the ball that’s not so round, the art of decreasing the odds of getting hurt badly when doing body contact, and more than that. Yes, we might be rough by screaming for ball from 20 metres away, but that was just an expression. Besides, I think we are better than professional soccer player that praised by the millions of peoples on earth because we can stand being hit, stepped on, and sometimes our collarbone dislocated. I admit sometimes I have to rest for one week, ignoring the tight training schedule just to get myself relief. I’ve seen worst, which was in JB, when the medical personnel have to do some minor surgery; stitching the players cut on his forehead; 4 inches cut, with the player’s full conscious. The player just looks at the needle and relaxes.
The other beautiful aspect of rugby is the team work. It was said rough and violence people don’t use their brain that much. Rugby players got excuse for that. Being roughly hit by the opponent, we still can think the strategy very clear and perform most tricks perfectly like what was practiced. Understanding is the most important point in this game.
And looking at the performance of Labuan Rugby Club team, I am thinking whether I want to play rugby again, or just sit here in the next tournament and shout like hyena praising the victory of touchdown. Maybe I will join the team, get back the skills I’ve left for more than 3 years now. I don’t know. Let time decide.