Fucking awesome win today.
First set, came out very good, 6-2. 2nd set, he plays better, and at 2-3 he breaks me by drop shotting my serve 4 times! He takes it 6-3.
He holds to start the third at love, and for a brief moment, I fear I may lose yet another match from a set up.
But I right the ship, hold for 1-1. "Fucking vamos man! Stay in this!"
Again he holds, 2-1. Again I save 15-30 to hold for 2 all. At this point I am yelling every point, grunting loudly. Between points, I am remembering the nights. "Over my dead fucking body will he win this god damn it."
Every point is a war. Small crowd starts to gather, hearing my yells from the other side of the complex. I break him for 3-2 and yell out again.
"Gotta be aggressive. Go for it, dance with who brung ya."
He breaks back for 3-3, I am living and dying with every shot. I realize I am tiring myself out with all the yelling. I calm down a bit and break for 4-3. Another loud yelling.
I serve at 4-3, 30-40, 2nd serve. I remember the nights. Good 2nd, inside out forehand winner. "Yes! That's how you save a fucking break point!"
I hold for 5-3, have 2 mp on his serve, but he saved with some big shots. At 5-4, first point a long rally, he comes in, I rip the bh, he volleys into open court, I chase the fh and flick dtl for a winner! Another yell, of course. 15-0, great serve wide, he misses. 30-0. Another yell. 30-0, long rally, his approach clips the net, I race forwards and guide a fh slice for another winner. 40-0, rally, approach, he misses the bh wide and I thank every deity I could think of that I got the win
Next match at 130 vs. Mejia, a 14 year old prodigy. I must recover and stay hydrated