The match had ended, sweat was dripping from players on both sides of the court, and the ace felt like he was about to collapse. They won, but it wasn’t over. There was still the final match. A mountain high wall loomed, one they had yet to take down. But he had time to relax, to sit back and watch other teams play whilst he tried to get feeling back in his arms and legs. He collapsed on the bench before being dragged to the changing rooms.
It was when he reached the stands did he feel somewhat okay, but immediately found himself seated, eyeing the court with a poker face set in place. He cared, but not enough to watch carefully. All he wanted was to sleep off the day’s battle. “Who’re you supporting..?” He’d asked just to get his mind off the impending fight that would kick off tomorrow. The stands weren’t empty, so any could have answered, but he’d directed his attention to a female who was a seat down from him.