Playing squash in Liége against Squash 22; it is always a pleasure thanks to the Boulets à la Liégeoise. But before dreaming about these balls, we had to hit the squash balls. With one very clear goal: winning at least one match to make it to the play-offs. Personally, I thought that this should be a piece of cake. But Captain Pedro was less convinced. He feared the opponents, this in spite of the fact that we beat them with our fingers in our nose at Winners.
The long drive to Liége, at least long for Belgian standards, showed clearly how focussed we were. Enrique slept. Artur talked. Bram was struggling with the low roof of the car. Pedro drove, advised, listened, played the right music and entertained his father-in-law with stories.
Needless to say, we arrived full of energy in Liége. Within minutes we were dressed in our fancy new outfits. As a good Captain Pedro took his responsibility and volunteered to be the first to play his match. Already during the warming-up it was obvious that he would win, the determination and eagerness were dripping from his face. In his typical style: relaxed were possible, kind where needed he slaughtered his opponent. 1-0! Bingo! Already after one match we had reached our goal.
Next was Enrique, who looked super fresh after his little nap. As a consequence, his opponent was left without any chance. Enrique reigned, like a Spanish king and his poor opponent could only look in admiration at the boasts and drop-shots Enrique produced. 2-0!
Blame it on the fact that we already achieved our goal. Blame it on the slippery floor. Blame it on his new racket. Or blame it perhaps on his very strong opponent. But Bram did not manage to win his match. On the contrary, he lost. That is all. Nothing more to add.
Last, but surely not least, it was Artur to play. Against a B1 (or was it B2?). Therefore, he had nothing to lose, only to win. And Artur played really well. Challenging his opponent seriously and reaching a level that is beyond his current one. But his opponent was too tough and just a tiny little bit too good. Final result: 2-2.
So yes, we made it to the play-offs. Should I add that the beers and the meatballs tasted perfectly? Should I write that we all slept on the way back? Except Artur, who still talked, about drop-shots and boasts. And of course BOB Pedro did not sleep. As he was not tired!