Argentina: Day 5
This morning I had a lot of time to relax once I had woken up. This was because it was a public holiday. It was the day that the Argentines had invaded England to win the Falcon Islands. So in the spare time that my Mum and I had we went on a walk down the main street in Buenos Aires. On this walk I bought a Boca Juniors t-shirt worth 179 pesos, in a store called Dexter Sports. When we arrived back at the hotel my coach was waiting for me in are hired car. I took the lift back up to our room where I collected my things and headed off to the club in the back seat of the car.
At the club the first thing that was on my timetable was a match against the number 20 in Argentina for under 13s. After losing six match points and playing the worst tennis of my life the match was finally over. More of the same was up next when I had another agility and coordination session with Stephan. Followed by an easy set of tennis against another Argentine boy, that I won 6-0.
Lunch was to follow, and a change in my daily routine of chicken Milanese to well done steak and chips with of course Coke as a drink. As I was on my way to the toilet I passed a face I had seen on the TV many times before. I t was DAVID NALBANDIAN. At first he looked in a bad mood so I was too keen on asking for a picture and an autograph. However my Mum and I collected up the courage to do so, and it all turned out ok. This was the best part of my day!
After lunch we all went off to a Hotel called the Shelton, where I played another match against a 22 year old man you was very good. But I managed to play extremely well the same day that I had played dreadfully, and won 6-1.
Another long day was nearly over, but before it was over there were two more things that we did. My Mum and my coach went for a facial for two hours, and I went for ice cream in a great shop called Volta. Volta had every type of ice cream you could possibly imagine, it was fantastic. Going out to dinner was the next thing on the list. Dinner was practically the same as always apart from I was pulled from restaurant to restaurant because my coach and my mum wanted me to eat with them.
By the time I got back to the room I was so tired, all I had to do is rest my head on the pillow I was off into a deep, deep sleep.
