"I made it at a hard run about 20 meters and could see the try line teasing me before my weakened fitness caught up to me. Just as the defending wing was closing in on me running down the sidelines, some semi-lucid neuron in my brain fired off the thought that I should attempt a chip kick into the try zone so I could just run after it and touch it down for the score. This, of course, was a fantastically smart idea on paper and even at the moment that I agreed with the neuron. However, this quickly ended as soon as the ball left my hands to start the kick and my body failed to follow suit and I missed the kick completely as the entire sideline was cheering and then a big "Ohhhhhhhh!" as I lost it." saturday, rugbyday