Parry, Repost

Andrew Williamson

4-4. That was the score of the biggest fight of my life.

I never quite worked out what was so exhilaration about being chased up and down a piste by a mad man with metal swords. Maybe it's the thought of being stabbed, but not dying.

So my competition, I was up a against a guy called rob, I had never beat him, but maybe this time I just might do it.

Although my dad had turned down the money I'd give him to break Robs legs I had managed to scrape four points out of the five needed to win.

But never mind about that back to the fight. As I walked back to the start line from scoring the last point I reviewed how I won my last point and decided how to hopefully win the next. As I reached the line and turned I took up the en guard position. I took a slow, deep breath out and as the referee said "En guard, ready, fence" I jumped forward to see I he would go forward or backwards. He sprang forward took in Dumfries and Galloway. I actually had to apply for a 'talented young athlete's card' just to use the gym at DG1 and I still have to travel over 100 miles a week to train in Edinburgh and I often have to travel down to Stratford just to compete (but its an excellent excuse for late homework).

Countering my last point saying the lack of sports facility's is the only other thing that bothering me, there is one thing.

You know when ever you go out to a wedding or your aunt Bessy's birthday and the first thing that comes out the wardrobe is jeans or trackys and your mum has a fit about what your wearing and demands that you change into your school trousers and a shirt, well my mums the same.

Well in a nut shell I'm happy my life.