The Long GAA
One awful August day. I had a camogie match. I woke up bright and early, hoping the weather was good. I pulled across the curtains as fast as I could, I looked out with a very disappointing face on me. He match was in 2 hours, an hour past. My family and I were getting ready for my journey to the GAA field. I was left in the dugout until half time. I couldn’t wait to get on the pitch. I was put in half back, my favourite position of all. I got the ball straight away. I soloed down the field determined to get inside the house. Just before I got there I fell. If only the field was a bit longer.
By Maria