7-9, 9-4, 9-4, 7-1… *CRACK!!*… 8-1, matchpoint… but 15 minutes later a disappointing 7-9, 9-4, 9-4, 8-10, 7-9 stood on the scoreboard. Outch. And no… the big crack wasn’t my leg breaking, neither my physical state and nor my morale. It was my racket. I tried to make the last point with the broken racket in the 4th set, but it was hopeless. Played the 5th with Bastiaans spare racket, an ancient iron one with a hardly any grip, that would have been a precious relic in any sports museum! ;-) Went down 1-8 quickly, but could pick up the pace and my game and was able to come back to 7-8 with chances for more, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Well, besides the fact that I felt a bit bittered about loosing while being so close to victory, the satisfied feeling took the overhand quite quickly when driving home. It was a great game and good exercise again! And amazingly enough my legs didn’t feel that bad after the cycling yesterday. Or was it the second day you have to worry about?! ;-)

Crack!

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