It was a hot, September afternoon. But any hope of taking advantage of the heat factor dried up with the still wind. We had just lost the first singles match against the favourites Czech Republic.
The second match was against Jiri Vesely, a top-50 ranked player. The fact that Somdev had never lost a match at this court almost seemed like a record waiting to be shattered.
We should have never doubted. An inspired Somdev served almost flawlessly and chased down every ball dropped in every part of the court.
The handful of audience jumped out of their seats and gasped for breath. As the day came to an end, the scores were level.
Heavily tanned and nursing hoarse voices, we walked out of the stadium savouring victory.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Victory.”
This is post #16 in this year’s NaBloPoMo, or as Ra calls it Nano Poblano
NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month = Thirty straight days of blogging
Musings of an eccentric mind 