The First Competition | The World of Sports

My first judo competition took place approximately half a year after I started training. I was 11 years old, weighing around 40 kilograms. Among my peers in our section, I was one of the best, as far as I can remember (although sometimes my memory fails me).

The competition and weigh-in were on the same day: the weigh-in - early in the morning, around 7 o'clock, and the actual competition started at 10 am. At the weigh-in, I noticed a guy in my weight class. He looked too strong for his age. I asked the guys from my section if they knew him. They replied that it was Anatoly, that he was very strong, had been training for a long time, and had already won various international competitions.

I was already nervous to participate in judo competitions for the first time, and now this champion! His confidence radiated in everything: in his gaze, in his walk, in his movements. Everything about him said that he was the best here. I became even more frightened. I said to myself, "I hope I don't have to fight him." Needless to say, I really didn't want that.

The competitions began. And then I was called to the tatami. They called my last name and the opponent's last name. In that moment, it seemed funny to me, and I thought, "Well, this definitely isn't Anatoly's last name." Imagine my surprise when I stepped onto the mat and saw that monster in front of me!

The referee's command sounded:
– Hajime!
The match started swiftly... and ended just as swiftly. I tried to grab his kimono and immediately found myself on my back. Ippon - a clean victory. It seemed like not even 30 seconds had passed.

I felt both indignation and relief: it was all over.

Many years later, I met Anatoly at some competition. He had changed: he had grown, matured, weighed around 60 kilograms. I had long passed 80. We talked, and I told him this story: how scared I was, how quickly our match ended. He listened, smiled, and said: "Honestly? I don't remember ever fighting you."

I laughed. There was something ironic about it: a moment that I remembered for life was nothing to him. He smiled back, shook my hand, and we went our separate ways. And I thought to myself, "Maybe he doesn't remember, but for me, that match will always be the first. And it will always remain special."

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