Aly Dewji on: Matchpoint

I looked my opponent in the eye as the sunlight glistened on the service line. I knew he was ranked top 20 in the country, but I also knew that I was going to beat him. A slice-serve out wide, and I charged in for the volley, a quick touch and it rolled over the net. He lobbed the shot and it soared high above my head. I ran back, keeping my eye on the ball. I was not going to miss. A flat forehand zoomed down the line – and chalk flew into the air. It was over.
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