Skip to my next competition and I get beaten again by pretty much all of my opponents (except one dude who hadn't been there for that long). "Yeah...forget this mate...it's a young mans game...it's not for you buddy!" - (My inner monologue mixed with my ego trying to save me from any further anguish).
"Don't bitch about the results you didn't get, with the work you didn't put in!"
I remember the match where I finally achieved what I had wanted to. My dad was there with one of my closest friends and my 2 little brothers. The match was with a guy called James Orton. He beat me fair and square and I was perfectly fine with that because it was actually him beating me. He had more skill, better technique and I came off the mat smiling from ear to ear!