The fourth set

The fourth set:

At some point we are behind 16-08, and we remember Wards words: "do not give a fuck". And we hear Anne: "just keep swinging". And so we did!! We make a beautiful comeback and celebrate every point like we are winning the lottery. And all of a sudden, the score has changed to 21-20. Jildou had a beautiful hit, a girl (not ours) is laying in a field including ball, but our lovely referee gives us the point anyways. 21-21. All the balls keep coming into our field, the rallies are so so long. We scream! We celebrate! We have so much fun!! When our score is 27-26 we hit a ball, out :(. But the lovely referee has spotted a ball, again, in our field. Double. Crazy. And we score!! 27-27. We give it our blood sweat and no tears, only smiles. (The tears are on the other side). Even tho we lost this one 29-27. We feel happy, satisfied and really proud! Losing 4-0 never felt this good.

We kept swinging,

But we were not winning.

Ward told us not to give a fuck,

Even if we suck.

Our enthusiastic screams kept their ears ringing.

25-20

25-11

25-10 

29-27