The fishing was really slow, with me catching the
first fish on the lake of a little perch not even an ounce but it still
counted and it went in the net. Following that came another 7 or 8
perch, and then the lake died. That was until my float shit under and
stayed there and i hooked in to something big which took me through the
lilies and through a further 3 swims before pulling out which was a big
disappointment but it was still early days. I was then in to a nice
skimmer shortly after.
Then the manager came along to say hello and he must
have brought a bit of good luck as when he came my float went under and
my clutch went screaming away. If that wasn't good enough, the press
came along as I was playing the carp and were taking photo's for the
local newspaper and they got a few pics of me finally landing a 6lb 5oz
carp. I then had to shout "SCALES" to get a couple of blokes run to the
rescue to get to me to weigh the fish. The day then progressed slowly
with me snapping off at another carp and catching two further skimmer
bream. Luke on the other hand had caught a nice carp of 12lbs 4oz as
well as 1lb 2oz of small fish. Alfie had 1lbs 8oz of fish in the end,
being a nice skimmer and a small perch and as well as me, in my keepnet,
excluding the carp, I had 1lbs 8oz of fish. So overall I had 7lbs 13 oz
of fish, Alfie had 1lbs 8oz of fish and Luke had 13lbs odd of fish.
The match finished then at 3:30 and we were then at
the announcements. We were pretty upset before the places were called
out as we know for a fact we hadn't won, judging by the amount of people
shouting "scales" several times so we thought we were well low down,
like 8th or something. We were then having a little chat about, "oh
well, we had a good day anyway, it was a good experience" and the
manager was the same - he had even bought us skipping ropes to train for
next year to take the mickey and then the dreaded moment arrived...the
announcement. We all thought we had done badly so we were not expecting
a place even in the top 5 out of the 10 boroughs in the finals....and
then the official called out..."3rd......Greenwich" and our faces lit
up. Seeing as we thought we had done badly we had got a Bronze medal at
The London Youth Games!!! The manager was over the moon and ACTUALLY
started crying aver it as it was the furthest his team had ever got in
the London Youth Games and we all went up to collect our bronze medals -
manager and all. A very emotional day for us all and I cant stop
smiling.
