It’s been a while since I stepped off a netball court, but all it takes to remind me of the ankle braces, umpires whistles and someone behind me yelling “here if you need” is the sight of a Lycra dress with built-in bloomers.
In the years I was playing a lot of netball (I was a Goal Attack) my uniform got treated terribly. It would be shoved in my bag with runners and sweaty socks, usually beneath a ball and beside rolls of strapping tape. Often it stayed there until the next week when it would be dragged out and pulled on (ready for another centre pass).
