I went on playing my normal strokes, never losing my focus. Waited for a loose ball from you. It happened and I hit it for a six. Crossed the field and banged on a rooftop never to be found again.
Saw you curse. Saw you reel over the blow. Heard you asking me; a new ball in hand to start all over again and I just realised that I am not interested in the game anymore.
Honey, you are forgeting that it was not my game but yours that I played.