"I'm on my way back," I thought.  "I'm going to make it."

But soon as I thought this, negative thoughts began to sweep in right above it and started to destroy all my confidence-- or rather hopes-- yet again.

"A tiny bit too late."  "How am I going to come out of this hole and turn it all around at this stage?"

Third set, down 3-5, my serve, just had broken his serve to get one of those breaks back-- I was down two breaks early.

I didn't have to put myself in this situation.  I had won the first set 6-1 easily and cruising along to victory the second set leading 4-2.

Then the tide turned mercilessly.  He started moonballing and I started to less and less aggressive myself:  a combination of which resulted in him winning more and more points and me started missing more and more dumb shots.

Frustrations mounted; my tennis became more and more angry.

It was in the third set, right now, that I'd finally managed to balance my anger and skill and coolness all together; and had finally broken back one of the breaks.

3-5, serving...  Would my renewed strength hold on... to 5-5, 6-6, then on to victorious tiebreak comeback win?