Paragraph_Narrative Essay

It was a sunny Sunday, summer. The temperature was almost 40 C (around 115 F). The tennis stadium was almost full of people, and most of them I had never seen before. From inside the tennis court I could see my family, my parents, and my friends praying for my victory, even if it was really hard. My opponent was there, on the other side of the court, big, scarier. I was dressing my old tennis clothes; he was with his Nike clothes which he got from his sponsors, which were there also. After almost 1 hour, the first set was done. I won by 6x4. At this time, the temperature was almost 120 F. The clay was dry. It was almost impossible to play another set on that condition, but my trainer made me prepared during months to go ahead and don’t give up. My legs was tired, my coach was screaming “come on Rafa! Don’t give up; he is more tired than you!” I could see that my opponent was really tired, he wasn`t familiarized with that temperature. So that was my chance. I could see in my coaches’ face that I couldn`t lose that match, it was my chance to get a better ranking and put my name on the top of the tennis list. All the people who were there were cheering for my victory. Each point that I won they vibrated a lot, even if they had never see me before. But I was very concentrated. For 2 hours I almost forgot those people who were watching. The only noise I heard was the ball being hit from my racquet, the clay being putting away because of the win.