One more point. I just needed the ball to get into the basket one more time to win the game. After she did a little manoeuvre, my team mate gave me a very good pass not far from the basket. There was only a smaller defender in front of me, thus I decided to go for one-on-one. I flew forward trying to put the ball in.
It was on October 8th, 2009.
The next thing I remember I was grounded down the outdoor court with sands and ashes covering my arms and legs. Then I felt my right ankle was very tight. I thought I had another ankle sprain. I shouted loudly not because of the pain, but I was upset since I might be missing the National College Basketball League (LIBAMANAS) which would be started in two days. My fear was worsened as my mate shouted that my ankle is dislocated, not sprain. The training was dismissed as my team mates and coach took me to the hospital immediately. That was the most costly point ever in my life.
The October Nightmare
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