GAME CHANGER

SINCE I WAS A KID, I wanted to play rugby at the highest level. Growing up in Zimbabwe, I was a mad Springboks fan. I remember crying when Australia knocked South Africa out of the 1999 Rugby World Cup. A few years later my parents told me we were moving to Australia – and immediately my thoughts turned to playing for the Wallabies, a team I had loved to hate.

By the time we arrived in Brisbane that feeling had only grown: I wanted, more than anything, to represent Australia, a country that had given my family and me an opportunity, a second chance.

We arrived with 10 suitcases and nothing else. I was determined to succeed. I was obsessed with being the best. My break came when it was announced that the