(5 min challenge let’s go)
It makes me sad to look over beyond the corridor
To see the raindrops fall seamlessly onto the ground
Where the baseline vanish under the blur of the shower
And a stray ball lies lonely at the centre of the court;
The thought of being over there is thrilling to no end:
To hear the ball come off the tension of the racket face,
To feel the repulsion of it neatly off a decent forehand
And to watch the ball fly across the net – cross-court;
With every ace scored and ball returned
The game gets better and the shots get stronger,
Driven by sheer passion and vast determination
Sets are won and lost where hearts are mended and spirits lifted;
The game goes beyond the court:
It runs with us and lives in us.
Love is still for the opponent.