It's Just a Game...

I was all geared up in supporting him and was determined to catch a glimpse of a glorious win over the expected winner, as game stats was favouring his opponent.

It was excruciating. He had put up a good fight. Even though I was not able to catch it live but merely following a live scoreboard online, I could nevertheless almost feel the anguish, tension and excitement - one point after another. My heart was pumping hard echoing the momentum of the game - the margin was indeed so close, with 2 initial sets succumbing to a tie-break. But both left me disappointed.

I had to brush the 2 losses away and concentrate on the 3rd set. I still held on to the hopes of a win for I know he's not one to give up. The opponent had broke his serve.. My heart skipped a beat... then it was just another blow to come when he lost another one. He went down.. I was hurting and found it hard to swallow the fact that he was not advancing to the semis.

It was difficult to carry on with my daily routine at work. And I could almost feel his anguish, I could be exaggerating but I guess no matter how gracious one can be, it's always tough to face up to a defeat.

But nevertheless it's just a game, I tell myself. I closed the window browser. And life goes on for me.


Will I meet you in Bangkok? Will continue rooting for you. :)