Saturday, May 5, 2012

That One Day of Memory~ (2)

So we stayed till the tip-off. At the very first beginning of the match, the whole hall already thought that we would win. Some left after the first few minute. It was an epic 5 out of 6 3-point straight from Obie. The opponent, INTERGomb got only 3 easy basket giving them 6 points. Then the whole situation changed...

The hall suddenly emptied and then a whole new crowd came in, psychologically attacking us. literally the whole hall was echoing the sound of boo-ing Alam Shah. What wrong have we done to receive such treatment. That was not just it. Hud who had made his miracle shots many times before to save us had a heatstroke and cant even play. our captain Acap (Ashraf Hatta) was also ill and finally, gave up as he cant afford to push himself to lay any further. BigHead still has red eyes. Torch was claiming ill as well, running nose was his proof and definitely, that means he cant pant well enough. Oxygen is his worst enemy at that point. Faris (Faris Tawi) was psychologically affected. Imar was put to the bench and had to stayed there. And even our coach was mentally affected. It was obvious that pressure was pushing us against the wall as the points closes up.

At the third quarter, the game changed table. We were at the loss. After such analyses, we concluded that they were suppose to be not as well shaped as us, but this time, their performance was overwhelming. And our mental strength was put to the test. The situation couldn't get any worst when Obie was fouled out by a technical foul. It was a miscommunication. 6 person was in court, Obie was subbed without him noticing.

The game when on full with pressure. till the last minute the remaining players fought the best they could. scores were in margin of 1. The final buzz and the ball was in our possession. Faris was dribbling it half the court, Jhar was at the 3-pointer line calling for a pass for a final try. but the ball never arrived. he stood there calling for a pass even after the game ended. frustration crept in every single one of us. Most of us felt they had some wrong in this happening. N to some of us, it was the work of a divine power for our deed and for the future of the game. The harsh fact was that, we didn't managed to go to the next round due to a margin lost as we did not trashed our first opponent of the tournament.

Back to our dorm with sad faces. We were crying of our efforts, sacrifices and determination. TITANS crushed once again. Obie cursed the game and said he would never set foot on a court as the memories would surely make him sad and want to cry. Some was eager to tell the story how it was our struggle without the help of the school. And some determined to help out the junior teams so things like this would not happen ever again.

And that was our story~