So, it’s Hogmanay. I’m slobbed out in bed at 9.45 when the phone rings. It’s my verticallty challenged chum, Derrick Reid; “Fancy a game of badminton at the David Lloyd Centre Mark?” He asks.
“No”. I thought.
“Yes, that would be lovely.” I reply.
I haven’t played badders for 15 years and it was a killer then and Wee Deek is like a walking fitness studio. So I’m knackered. My end of year sporting prowess (on the golf course) all for naught as I’m certain to end the year on a losing note.
So I take Derrick to the David Lloyd Centre.
“I’ll bring the racquets.” he chirps.
He’s got a whole box of shuttlecocks and professional racquets. I am a gonner.
So off we go.
He wins the first 5 points in about a nanosecond and I’m feeling despondent, but I knuckle down and gradually ease into the game finally winning a point and then going on a bit of a run until I find myself 10 -8 in front. My heart is in palpitations but I press on and close out the first game 15 – 10. Result!
The second game doesn’t go according to plan. Despite my taking an 8 – 5 lead Derrick steps up a gear and wins 15 – 10. By now I’m reaching for my moby to call 999. But he’s showing signs of tiring too.
The last game is nip and tuck throughout. Eventually I get to match point, 14 – 13, only to lose the crucial point and slip to 15 – 14; match point to Derrick. However one final push and I draw level and close out the match with a 17 – 15 win.
Bring on 2009.
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