| Report: | Brett surveyed his domain at Park Langley like a Lion on heat. His 100% record wouldn't be threatened today he had earlier roared at his team mates. The personification of Alpha. A man without peer.
He had seen numbers 2-5 win. Si executing exceptionally well vs Will, Kevin nimble and graceful vs Matt, Stu winning a battle vs Dan, and Lee, who definitely used to be good, winning at 5.
Brett swaggered onto the court like a man with melons for balls.
Cocky and cheeky in the warm up, he didn't need to practice hitting lengths, just smile at the balcony. The spectators were, of course, there to watch this marvel. More myth than man, more legend than lob-dropper. The performance was about to begin. Hush please. Brett is on his stage. He served.
And then Dave ripped him apart. Smashed him. Utter annihilation. Complete dominance. Well played Dave, but in truth he didn't really get out of 2nd gear.
Good beer and chat followed as flaccid Brett sat in the corner refusing to eat. |
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