Simon summoned me before I even had breakfast, but we won 6:2, 6:2, 6:1 against Jonathan and Peter. Last time I played with Simon, for the first time I saw him losing patient, because I kept on committing the same mistakes. Perhaps having that in mind, or I was tired or whatever, I paid a lot of attention to the game. Didn’t try to get to every single shot, returned well, chasing down the balls, … Simon was happy. I thought a lot about Peter’s advice on my forehand. In any case, I just played a relaxed and rather intelligent game. Peter was complaining about Simon talking too much on court; whenever Simon missed a shot, he’ll egged on, “Irene, tell him how he should have played that one..” Guess not every one can enjoy a chatty coach. I was pretty happy. Well before noon, Simon’s already began to drink his Bud. By the time we left, he’s onto his fourth beer, a Qingdao.
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