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Despite my best efforts, I struggle to find my rhythm. Letty holds her serve comfortably, taking a 1-0 lead.
It’s only the beginning.
You don’t have to worry, Vio. You have so many more opportunities. Take them.
Determined not to let the match slip away, I regroup and find my footing. I regain my composure and execute my shots. The crowd rallies behind me, their cheers boosting my confidence. I break Letty’s serve and level the set at 1-1.
The intensity on the court rises as we engage in fierce rallies. Each point becomes a grueling battle, a test of endurance and strategy. The crowd watches in awe as we trade powerful shots. I stay focused, trusting my instincts. With a well-timed forehand winner, I break Letty’s serve and take a 2-1 lead.
We go into game four, and Letty fights back with determination, refusing to let the set slip away. She unleashes her arsenal of shots, forcing me to dig deep. Despite her relentless play, I remain calm and composed for the first time since I’ve gone against her. With strong serves and precise shot placement, I hold my serve, extending my lead to 3-1.
She’s starting to get angry. Letty wants me to look her in the eye, but I don’t. I want her to be annoyed, even angry that I’m not playing her mind games.
It seems to be working and we’re only into game five.
Letty responds with a display of champion-like resilience. She showcases her shot-making abilities, hitting winners from all angles. The game becomes a fierce battle of wills.I fight, but Letty breaks my serve, closing the gap to 3-2.
This was bound to be a close game and that’s fine.
The tension mounts as the set reaches its highest point.
I refuse to yield, knowing the importance of holding my serve. I channel my focus and determination, executing each shot with as much precision as possible. With unwavering resolve, I hold my serve, taking a 4-2 lead.
Letty fights valiantly to stay in the set, unleashing a barrage of powerful shots. The rallies become longer, each point a mental and physical test. I stay composed, refusing to let the pressure affect me. With calculated shot placement, I hold my serve, extending my lead to 5-2.
Letty fights back with renewed determination. She pushes me to my limits with her aggressive play. The crowd watches in awe as we engage in intense rallies. I stay focused, trusting my abilities. With a final push, I break Letty’s serve and win the first set, taking it 6-2.
Disbelief washes over me as I realize the significance of winning the first set against her. I take a moment to savor this moment. I’ve beat her for the first time in a set. Every time we’ve played against each other, she’s always beaten me in the first two.
But I have the lead.
I don’t let it make me cocky, though. There is more work to be done. The match is far from over, but I can’t help the smirk that spreads on my face when Letty takes her racket and smashes it on the ground.
The pieces fly.
“Code violation.”
She just broke her racket at Wimbledon.
Wimbledon is well-known for its strict perception when it comes to rules. It’s the definition of class and her breaking her racket here leaves everyone in disbelief.
I’m getting to her.
Perfect.
“First warning, Ms. Davis.” The chair umpire’s voice is posh, and I can see Letty reeling in a death glare.
She’s always dominating her opponents and when she doesn’t, her insecurities come to play. I’m not playing her game and it’s infuriating her.
We stop for a second, and I go to my seating area, wiping off the sweat from my forehead and neck. My hand grabs my water bottle. I take a sip and sit down. I was tired, but now, I’m not even close to exhausted.
The adrenaline is creeping up, washing away my fatigue.
I look over at Letty. A white towel covers her face. Her leg is bouncing up and down as she attempts to find some peace in the midst of the crowd.
The second set begins with Letty recuperating. That towel over her face must have really helped her. She raises her game, hitting winners and testing my defensive skills. The rallies become more intense; each point a battle of wills. Despite my best efforts, Letty proves too strong. She holds her serve and breaks mine, leveling the set at 1-1.
Game after game, we push each other. The score stays even, with neither of us able to gain a decisive advantage. The crowd watches in anticipation, fully aware of the high stakes. The intensity on the court rises with each passing point.
