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Anglos: Girls Basketball



The tournament began with great zeal and enthusiasm, followed by days of intense competition. For most of us, this was our last Anglos. We played our quarter finals against Hutchings. During the fourth quarter, the game was neck to neck, with the lead changing almost every twenty seconds and every player giving it their all. The crowd cheered, while an air of tension prevailed. With three minutes left for the match to end, the score was tied. Since three of us were on four fouls, we had to defend with our hand behind our backs, avoiding any situation where we could get fouled out. As our opponents shot a basket, the three of us watched our lead slip away. Unable to defend herself, Leanne went to the sideline and passed the ball to Simran. Simran to Esha and then Esha to Sana. On being sandwiched between two players, receiving the ball would be risky. Ball possession was crucial at the moment and we needed a basket. And just before we got the basket, the whistle echoed and our opponents erupted, whilst we fell to our knees.Although we were knocked out of the tournament, we did not mope around.This trip taught us a lot. We learned to face the adversities life throws at us. Our losses taught us that failure is one step closer to success and that no matter how many times we fall, we should stand back up and fight. We’ve been playing together since the fifth grade and have been through thick and thin. It was through basketball that we learned sportsmanship, teamwork and selflessness. As a team, I’m sure that this unbreakable bond will remain.As Michael Jordan once said, “I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” So we lost a battle NOT THE WAR !

–Anjali Narrain 10D

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