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To the Victor Goes the Spoils

To The Victor Goes The Spoils

In the confined playing area within the concrete walls of a squash court..
The next few days will definitely witness intense rivalries inside the courts.. 

It the 1st leg of the local CIMB Junior Squash Circuit, it's a ranking competition...
For junior squash players to benchmark individual progress against the competition..

For over 4 days of stiff competition, players and their coaches will stay hopeful..
The end results will be a good vouch for their hard work and commitment in full..

Junior players from all nooks and corners of the country are gathered in numbers..
They are energetic and fit, all primed and readied to do battle for the top honors...

There are numerous age groups events, to provide  level playing grounds...
For these racket-hefting youngsters to jostle for supremacy over a few rounds..

These budding talents, they are very passionate and typically rather emotional...
All against a backdrop of hard running and furious flurries of exchanged shots...

Once in a while, there are heartfelt screams, of jubilation and at times, frustrations..
Ever so often, in ample display, the free hand doing the fist pump of elation..

Tears of frustration will be in evidence, as pent up emotions are given vent...
Each time a player loses in a close encounter, another jubilates in elated victory..

Now there are no financial incentives attached to the ultimate performer...
The one player who beats the other victors in successive rounds, he's winner..

To each victor, the spoils of the battle is a chance to bask in triumphant elation..
To enjoy that feeling of confidence, achievement  and euphoria amid admiration..

In a couple of weeks' time, hey presto! it will be again another competition time..
It will be time again to gauge the competition, to the winner the spoils of victory..

Copyright © Keng Chuan Seng | Year Posted 2016

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