Our parents split up when we were 12 and 14 and it was the hardest time of both our lives. When the arguments occured, he stepped in front of me and as always protected his little sister, picking up the pieces of our parents and checking I was ok as if nothing was wrong. He is an athlete. He played for the county, he played for the school, the village, the whole lot. He's played in Japan, he went to Spain for Tennis and he played on Wimbledon for the Road to Wimbledon tournament. He was a good sportsman, a good competitor and a great team mate to anyone he played for or with. No one could fault his sportmanship and his honesty when playing any sport he played. But injuries stepped in. Afer numerous injuries he went off to uni. There, he played for the first team in his first year. In his second year, he took on the capintcey, which is just unheard of. A second year? Captining the LSE tennis team? That never happens! He lead the second team to victory which is unheard of. He coached them, he improived thier games and most of all, improved thier team work. Sadly, in his final year at Un, he seriously injured hius shoulder again, which meant he couldn't play in the final first team tournment, which he feels cost them the championship. After an operation to repair his shoulder, he can play again. But I want him to live like a champion and carry the torch. Please, let him use his now-working shoulder to hold that torch up with pride. He deserves it. He really does. Please.