After a while you do start to think "are we ever
going to win?" Not to say we hadn't come close recently -- we came 2nd
months before at WCA in overtime. But it takes so much at and between
each event, that to just fall short again and again starts to make you
wonder.
Our PALS Thailand experience
started this year like it has pretty much every time we set foot in
Thailand... we struggled. On Friday, we lost all of our games. Nothing
was working, we couldn't make it to our spots alive, we couldn't live
even when we did make it out and we were getting penalties. Sometimes
the team drives me mad... I know we can play better but we just can't
hit our peak. I've tried being enthusiastic and positive when it gets
like that to bring us back... and I've tried screaming and shouting. It
can be frustrating and it’s compounded by the fact that neither approach
seems to work. I guess we just run on feeling and nothing helps to get
that feeling going manually.
We lost our
first 3 matches, the first one against Demonic was close We went up two
points and then they came back two points. The score was tied with under
20 seconds left on the clock. We got a penalty and awarded Demonic a
swing point. Next we played Raskal, who dismantled us 0-4 Then we played
Infernal. We lost the first two points, then won a point -- I thought
we'd reached a turning point, and then, another penalty.
The
prelims were winding down, we had no wins, we were pretty certain we
were going to be knocked out. I was Whatsapping friends back home my sad
face.
It was a relief, we all had minor hugs except Farran (he has a no-celebration policy).
Our semi-final matchup was against
Demonic. By this point I think we had a strong grip on the field and our
confidence had completely turned around from non-existent to feeling
unstoppable. With some early break kills on both sides, there was a
drawn out 3 vs 3 the first point, and after that we were able to stay on
top of it and win 4-0, sending us through to the finals to verse
Infernal again, who had defeated Aisawan in their semi-final.
In
the pits before the game started, we shot some glances around
suggesting "bring it in for a speech?" but instead just had some
knowing-nods, a few high-fives and the consensus "nothing needs to be
said." Confidence was high and I felt proud to be part of STK.
And
then we won and it was cool. I felt, relieved if anything. I think it's
the paintball cliche to say a win is relieving but it is! All that time
between events practicing, the rollercoaster at the event itself, and
then to come out on top... it's good.
We
had a lot of help at the event from Perth friends. Thank you everyone.
And Papi, Amber and Devon. Howie, Scott, both Adams, Bubba, Jeremy, May,
Mick. Sorry if I missed anyone.
Thank you to our home field in Perth, WASP Paintball.
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