14 to 15.
Suspense silencing the crowd.
I keep telling myself,
"Don't let your team down."
The serve is hit;
Not a breath I could release.
It's not my ball;
Feeling more at ease
I watch the pass,
Then the set.
It is a tip
Just off the net.
"I got it!" I yell;
A pass with no aim.
No one could reach it...
I lost the game. |