by I made a bad start to this morning’s interclub. I thought we were playing at Karori, not Kilbirnie. I arrived at Karori in plenty of time, but none of my team-mates turned up. One of the guys we played last week did turn up, however. Damn. I had a look at the drawsheet and had to hightail it to Kilbirnie, which isn’t particularly close to Karori (or Kelburn or Khandallah or any other posh places beginning with K that I might have forgotten about). At the time I thought, this is normal anxiety, normal stress brought about by a normal everyday event. It almost makes a nice change.
I didn’t play well in the doubles, to put it mildly. In the first few games I hardly hit the ball. That might be why we led 4-1. Our opponents had no problems wiping out our lead, and we were fortunate when they caught the tape on the sudden-death point in game nine (the only game of the match to reach sudden death) to put us back in front. We broke in the next game to win the set, despite my general ineptitude. We trailed 5-2 in the second set but pulled it back to 5-5 after my only decent spell of the whole match. The 11th game, however, was on my partner’s serve. Just what am I supposed to do in that game? Intercept at the net, that’s what, but I’m so terrible at that. They broke, and their better player put together an impressive love service game to put away the set. His serving didn’t get any worse in the super tie-break which we found ourselves in yet again; we won the first couple of points but went down 10-5. I was really disappointed with my performance and felt I let my partner down badly.
Singles. What a contrast. I played the weaker of our doubles opponents, the same bloke I played in Week 5 when I fell over and lost four straight games but won easily in the end (the format of the competition makes it possible to face the same player twice in one season). This time, after one or two scratchy games early on, I won 6-1 6-0. He had no real weapons and I was able to stay in the rallies and generally wear him down. He came to the net probably too much and I hit a number of passing winners.
The sun came out just as I was finishing my match, and I was more than happy to hang around for the next two hours while the other matches played out. Overall we lost by four matches to two. It could have been worse if my doubles partner hadn’t won his singles 7-5 in the third set. It could have been a lot better if I’d shown up to the doubles.
