Women's rugby star Ruby Tui visits St Joseph's Māori Girls College. Photo / Warren Buckland
OPINION
In my rugby career, I went to three club finals before I was allowed to play in one. I stood on the sidelines, staying warm on the off-chance my coach might throw me a couple of minutes. My younger self hated it. Lamenting the fact
that I didn’t get a chance to influence the outcome.
When I finally played my first final years later though, I realised how much those moments had taught me. I could see all the guiding hands that were there, helping me to lift the trophy.
In my teens, I had found the sport that aligned with my physiology, my temperament and my natural abilities. I became obsessed, learning all there was to learn about the tactics and techniques of the game. It took until my early twenties for this learning to transition from the game itself, to my influence in it. It was at that point that I truly became a rugby player, not just someone who played rugby. As the rugby life cycle continued, I was absorbed back into the game again. My place now in service of the next generation.
That time it took for me to get to this point was influenced heavily by those around me. By the coaches who rotated me through positions, the seniors I would run water to and my peers I would compete alongside. To get a starting jersey, I had to win it off someone else’s back. I learned to watch, to analyse, to understand where I fit in the game and perhaps more importantly, in my team. I learnt how to showcase the value I could add to increase my minutes. Slowly creeping up, game by game.