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Wednesday, 20 May 2015

the day that i was brave

On my training day for I step in ring to spar my uncle. As we touched   gloves we prepared to fight.  The timer started straight away.  I  used my favourite  combination in the first round. He punched me and I was going to drop tears on the ring but instead I just kept going and I said to myself never give never give never up.


As we were sparring I felt there were butterflies in stomach. So when my uncle tried to punch me  I weaved the pouch and then I hit his body 2 times he felt tired. So I  hooked his left and his hand was down  I hooked him across the face as I chopped(kick to the shinn) him. As he slowly fell down he said “I don't want to spar” because he was too tired he couldn’t walk.


When we were finished sparring I felt like the happiest boy because my uncle's heart was torn apart. He told himself ‘how could I let my nephew knock me down to the ground?’.Then his trainer said “you have to work a little bit harder on your technique”.

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