![]() ![]() I hadn’t played rugby league in years, but I needed to get out there, she’d said. My mum was happy about it, even though she knew I wasn’t, and she suggested I play football again to meet some new friends. Three years out of university, I found myself alone and heartbroken, so I applied for a transfer and came home. ![]() I’d grown up in the coastal town on the New South Wales mid-coast, went to school there, but moved to Sydney for uni and stayed there for work. I’d moved back to Newcastle six months ago. I was pretty fit for a big guy and my protective gear, strapped tight to my chest and shoulders, flaunted the fact I’d had nothing but time to work out since I left Sydney. My short black hair was a spiky mess, and my dark brown eyes seemed a little dull. ![]() I sat on the bench seat in the dressing room, and oblivious to the noise around me, caught sight of myself in the mirror. Over six feet tall and over a hundred kilos each, they’re a force to be reckoned with.īut when Dean gets knocked out, Macca gets even by punching the other guy, and both Dean and Macca end up on the sideline.ĭean soon realizes that being knocked unconscious is the best thing to ever happen to him. In a bid to make new friends, he signs up for a local rugby league team where he meets a man known as Macca.ĭean and Macca are both front row forwards, meaning they’re the biggest guys on the team. Heartbroken, Dean Cartwright leaves Sydney and heads home, to the coastal town of Newcastle. BUY LINKS: ARe | Amazon | Smashwords BLURB: ![]()
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