Across the net stood Marcos Giron, the American underdog who played every point like he was trying to break the court.
The Bulgarian veteran wiped his brow, his jersey soaked through. He looked at the scoreboard. It was deep in the third set, the kind of moment where legs turn to lead and matches are won on pure stubbornness. He looked across at Giron, who was already bouncing on his toes, ready for the next war. Across the net stood Marcos Giron, the American
Should I focus the next part on attempt or the climax of the final set ? Across the net stood Marcos Giron