Parents vs children

Parents vs Children

On the 14/5/2016, after I'd come back from my swimming lessons, we left almost at once for the Central Complutense University rugby pitch. We watched how the U-18s played a game of Forwards vs Three-quarters, but all of us were thinking "what and who are we playing against?" We were told to go to the B pitch. There we recieved the terrible news: our parents were playing against us! Well, we all tried to keep a straight face, but all of us suddenly had butterflies in our tummies. Against our parents? No, that couldn't be right. We were wrong. It was right. In less than half an hour, the game started. It was not a tackling game, just grabbing. At least we didn't have to tackle our own parents. And some of them were really hard to tackle. Then we got more bad news. Our coaches were playing on the parents team! We tried really hard and scored a couple of good tries. But by then we were exhausted. My poor father had to leave the game about 15 minutes before it ended because he hadn't warmed up and had a pain in the left leg. Nowadays he keeps fit, but he still needs our support. I also got a pain in my ankle just when the game finished. Then we drove back home in time for lunch.