“Boys” their captain adressed, looking at each one of them sternly, “You performed well out there this afternoon. Unfortunately, this signals the end of my career”
The others looked at him in shock. John Smit had been around a while, and was quite the captain. But they understood that both him, and Victor Matfield had to go.
Victor continued. “Jean de Villiers will be handed the captain’s role”. The blond looked up, his expression full of question, “Are you sure? I mean, you’re a great leader and you command respect on and off the field an-”
“Jean!” John cut him off, a slight frown forming on his lips. “There’s a reason why you were picked - if we didn’t think you could handle the job, we wouldn’t have chosen you.” '
Patrick sighed as he stared out to the sea from his spot on the sandy shore. Things had never been the same since that one sunny day in Wellington. A week later, the team heard the news, and the reason why both John and Victor had resigned - John had passed away due to Leukemia, and Victor had been diagnosed with severe depression.
The blond scowled, balling his hands into fists. ‘We should’ve won that!’ a voice in his head snarled. ‘It was John and Victor’s last game!’
He sat there, in silence, watching the tides roll in and out. This place had an eerie, empty, even isolated feel to it - one of Durban's many beaches, and where Patrick went when he surfed.
Last year - oh, last year, when their beloved captain was still alive, he thought bitterly - was where he had suggested they hold one of the Springboks' annual summer parties.
But the beach was far from the fond memories the fly-half held of the scent of many types of meat being cooked as he and his teammates went about, enjoying the weather in the one time where they weren't plagued with stress or worry that came in the form of things such as relationship troubles, what they would do when they quit rugby or maybe even an injury that had gotten to them.
Those days are well past gone, he thought, his face sour. But all in all, what really was there to do then sit there, staring out into the once bright Durban harbour and hope that some glimmer of hope would come his way?
Edited by SugaryGoesRAWR, 28 November 2012 - 02:01 AM.