
It's now over 24h ago that Team Serbia won the finals, but the victory was quickly followed up with celebrations and alcohol, which don't go well in combination with blogging. After the girls finishing in fourth place thanks to some great all-round performances, our match was pushed back until like 7:30 due to Croatia taking on Bulgaria on center court in the 3/4 place play-off. It was close but Vedran lost at position one 2:3 (great performance) and the young number three lost 1:3 to a guy whose name I forgot, but he looked like a bouncer. Bulgarian coach told me though that Bulgarian bouncers are far bigger than him. Well now I know who not ge
t in trouble with.
Dennis was on court first and played Martin from Slovenia, who
looked in good shape in his previous matches. Dennis couldn't live up to his heroics from the Small Nations Cup and lost 0:3. Games one and two were poor on his side, bad shot selection and mistakes. Coupled with Martin getting everything back with interest and playing with high-confidence (he hit some outstanding winners) - it wasn't looking good. Dennis changed the game around a bit and tried to play like me (lobs and all) and that made it closer, but Martin was too good on the day and Dennis was simply not on form. Coming off one of the busiest weeks of his professional life probably didn't help.I was on next playing Damir, a guy probably just short of forty years old. A marathon runner and not known for his attacking play, more the steady kind. I won game 1 11:8 and lost game two thanks to some poor play and some unexpected old-school reverse-angle boasts (you gotta love 'em) from Damir. Game three and four were pretty good, and I managed to win both 11:4. I had really issues with my backhand over the whole weekend and at times I felt like I could barely hit the ball on it properly, so I just took all pace off the ball and made sure not to do anything risky. That of course means I can't do my favourite backhand lob serves either, but at least I didn't serve out like in the semis. Tried changing rackets and all, but it just wasn't to be, and once you start thinking about it too much... Oh well, it was enough anyway and although I was expected to win, it wasn't easy with a loud crowd and awkward opposition.
So the stage was set for coach, manager, player of the century: Ivan! He hadn't played earlier as it was a dead-rubber and he was slightly annoyed by having to wait long, and I guess he was thinking we'd be 2:0 up again and he needn't play. So he went on against Rozle and lost the first game easily. Rozle is one of those players who looks terrific on court when he has time, but that all falls apart when you put him under pressure. I mean not completely of course, but you know what I mean. In game one Ivan wasn't able to do that at all and he lost easily, in the other games he was and Rozle made mistakes, chose some bad shots and just generally started looking uncomfortable, playing through balls when he could have been receiving strokes and hitting tins at crucial times. Ivan didn't exactly play out of his skin, but he kept the pace up and he's used to playing finals being under pressure, and at 1:1 I was confident he'd win. And he did, and you can see the last videos in this great video. Ivan said that this would be his last match for Serbia, so we were delighted that he finished off his illustrious national career with a great win that was witnessed by many proud Serbians!

After the victory we enjoyed our winners' beers at the club, posed with the trophies (and the Greek female team (!!), ate (I stupidly skipped that part) and headed to the Player's Party after. Luckily my flight was at 4:50pm so I still had time to meet my friend Ivana (from Google) in town before flying home to Dublin via Gatwick (with hang-over and cold).















