He stands just behind the try line.
Boots pressing into the grass. The noise is there — parents on the sideline, teammates talking, a whistle in the distance — but it all fades for a moment.
He looks down at his jersey. It's a bit oversized. Slightly muddy already. The number sits a little crooked on his back.
But to him, it feels like everything.
A few years ago, he was just another kid — unsure, maybe a bit hesitant, not quite knowing where he fit.
Now he stands here with a team. His team.
When he runs out onto the field, he's not just playing rugby. He's representing his mates, his coaches, his family on the sideline, and every player who's worn that jersey before him.
He plays harder because of it. Gets back up when it hurts because of it.
And without realising it — he's changed. More confident. More accountable. Part of something.