Another week of TT under my belt and it was a night of the unexpected I think is the only way to term it. It was the first games of the second round, or Round 6 of 10 if you like. It was important for us to get a win tonight because the team at 3rd that is breathing down our neck was playing the top team. If they won, we were in deep trouble if we lost. If they lost and we won, we'd buy ourselves some breathing space in the run-up to the finals.
The Captain asked me if I wanted to play first tonight and I passed it over to him, preferring to play 2nd. He played their toughest player and came very close to losing to him, being down 2-1, but coming back to snatch it 3-2 with about 11-8 in the last set.
I had to play an old nemesis of mine who I haven't played since about last May. Those that read my match reports last year may remember a Chinese penholder girl that was very good, and I'd only beaten her once before. Well she has been playing in B2 ever since I went off injured. I was a bit nervous because the last time I played her I went down in 5, but the time before that she demolished me. Two sets into the game it looked like she was doing it again as she won both at 11-7 and 11-8
I was determined not to go down to her again in 3, so in the 3rd set I intensified my focus and started attacking her more and she got more defensive and the games balance switched. I won it 11-6. I maintained the same intense focus in the 4th set and felt I had the higher confidence and again beat her, this time 11-7. I was pretty wrapped to have evened back up the score. Things in the final set started out ok, but at the change I was 3-5 down. I thought ok, I'm still in this, let's go. Then my go got up and went, and left me. I lost the set 11-3! She got the jump on me after the change and I wasn't able to keep the focus I'd been straining to keep. Now seeings as when we met this team in the first round with a player missing (ie, this girl) and the only game I won then was her forfeit I was feeling a bad night coming on. Luckily my teammates won their first singles, then the doubles, and then their second singles. Which then left me to play my next against the guy I took to 5 sets and lost in the first round.
I was apprehensive to say the least at the start, but I was keen to win one match for the night and if it was going to be anyone, it was going to be this guy, given I got so close last time. I talked myself up and I played careful defence and attacked well when I could. I burned quite a few past him actually and he got caught up in my pip reverses more than once. I took out the first game 11-6 and felt fairly boosted by it. So I played more confidently in the second game and while he played some good shots, I blocked a lot of them back and also put a number of angles off the pips out of his reach as I worked him around the table. If I felt confident after the first, I was feeling ultra confident winning the 2nd 11-5. I didn't feel like this guy could touch me. I don't know why, as he is a very accomplished B2 player with a good record and a hard hitter off both wings. In the 3rd I went at it like a man possessed sensing I was going to win, but still being careful not to throw anything away. Well on the last point of this game I hit a delicate roll just over the net off his serve and onto his FH side about 2 and a half feet over the net and an inch from the edge. He started to stretch, saw he wasn't going to get there and decided not to bother with the effort. The final score? 11-3!!
Now taking this guy down in 3 did a world of good for my confidence.
So then I went straight into the doubles knowing we had already secured victory at least with the team score at 6-1. I played the doubles with my younger teammate and we looked the goods after the first game, winning it easily at 11-6. The 2nd game turned out to be a different affair as we went down 11-8.
What happened? Well my eager young teammate went for a few too many powerloops. They are flat and direct when he plays them well and virtually unreturnable thy have that much spin. But he hits the leading edge a little too much at times. Anyway we seemed to get back on track again after the 3rd winning 11-7. We seemed to keep things on track in the 4th and looked as if we'd take a comfortable win as we hit 8-3 up. I cautioned my partner to play carefully, but when he did he muffed it. When he went for a BH flick back off the serve, he missed that too. Before we knew it we were only 9-7 up. We made it to 10, when they were 8 and I felt we had to win it with my partner serving, something he is very good at usually. Nope not this time, they made 10-10. We ended up going down at 14-12 after a tense tie breaker.
In the 5th I said we need to be up at the change, but after being 4-0 down that didn't look likely. We did manage to get back to being 5-4 down at the change at least. We then went point for point with the opposition. Somehow we ended up with the short end though and finished 11-9 down. Felt like losing the unloseable match.
In the final singles there was a spare table and the guy I beat in 3 needed to go home, so our Captain played there and I umpired, while the guy I had to play next umpired between my other teammate and the Chinese girl. I thought with my result, the match I was umpiring would finish very quickly. To my surprise the guy was about 8-3 up in the first game and my Captain had to really scramble to pull out a 12-10 win. In the 2nd game he went down to the other guy 11-9. The guy was pulling smashes from everywhere, BH and FH, and he had my teammate on the run. However, my cagey old Chinese friend never backs down from a fight, and in the 3rd he pulled off an 11-8 win, which did look like a very close game as well as it progressed. In the 4th game he secured victory for us winning it 11-6.
So now I had to play the final match with the game score at 8-3. I felt no real confidence that I would beat this guy. He had only narrowly lost to both my teammates and he has one of the most deadly FH smashes, and isn't a slouch on the BH either. His BH smashes there is a blocking chance, but off his FH a block is just a dream. So we got into the game and he had me on the run from the word go. I think I got my first point to make it 5-1. I figured I would just try to keep the first game going as long as I could to get into a rhythm. This guy had been hitting up for 10-15 minutes while I umpired, given the quickness of the match he umpired finishing. I managed to work out a few things in that first game and ended up losing it at a respectable 11-7.
In the second game I thought I was a little more across his game and indeed I managed to outscore him with consistent pushes to his BH and eventully he ended up pushing many either wide or long. I had him at 6-3, then 8-3 and ended up winning it at 11-6. I played the same sort of game in the 3rd and laid down a few smashes of my own and found myself at 9-6 against him. He wouldn't lay down, but neither did I and took it out 11-7. In the 4th set things got a bit more tense again as the possibility of beating this guy sunk in. He wasn't too keen on losing all his matches for the night, and so he dug his heels in and started BH push rallies with me, slowly working around for his FH smash from the BH side. I let him get one of these in before I realised what he was working for. He managed to take me down in this game though as he locked up my game. 11-8 was the result and we were at 2-2.
In the final set I backed myself and sent down a good smash, as well as got him to miss a smash from my reverse spin and at the change I was 5-3 up. He tried a bit of mind gaming as we changed ends and said he now had the better end. I just replied I thought that was the losing end. Things edged along nervously with a lot of pushing as he again aimed to make FH winners by moving around his BH side. I wasn't having it, but I had to play the game to a certain extent. It was a bit like Russian roulette, cos as I let him move around and I tried to keep my pushes low I knew a slip up and I would pay. I did pay on a couple as his big FH came out, but I also put 3 loops across his FH side that left him stranded, and sent one of my own big FH smashes at his body down the middle. He looked a little panicked when this had all lead to 9-7 and when he slammed a FH into the net off my pip spin and I made 10-7 I felt just a slight relaxation creep in. He played lock down ad careful again on the next point, but instead of seeing my push go just long as I often seem to, it was his push doing it and I had it all wrapped up at 11-7! And boy was I sweating.
It was a hot day here in Melbourne today and it stormed at about 8pm and became really muggy. The rain poured down on the stadium roof, a sound we Melbournians havent heard for months. And that just made it even muggier inside. So playing TT tonight was quite sticky. But I wasn't too concerned considering I won 2 singles and my team won 9-2. The team at 3rd spot went down in a screaming heap to the top team. So now we have a 2 round/8 point gap on them with 4 rounds to go until the final. Our toughest test will be trying to beat the top team when we meet them in Round 9, so we can consider ourselves something of a chance for the final!