The training was coming to the end of one of the opponents when serving, I didn’t even notice who got into the net and the serve passed to us. The score was 21:17 in our favor. The advantage of the new rules is gigantic. In general, I like the new rules for a second can not relax otherwise catch up with almost impossible. The new rules were introduced a year ago, our coach at the beginning grumbled for a long time, he said that this was a completely different game, and it would fit to introduce two volleyball, volleyball 15 and volleyball 25. In general, it is not surprising because he was brought up on them.

Now it was my turn to serve, if everything succeeds, the game may end on me.

I love to serve! Apparently this is a longing for the attack, since I was transferred from the attacker to the tie, it was not often the attack. The coach probably knows better, especially since he has turned from a mediocre attacker into an excellent binder. And six months ago, I was transferred to the best junior team Dynamo. I mastered quickly and now began to seriously think about the junior team of Russia. Olympiad this year, and after 4 years, if I will also grow, you can go as part of the Russian team!

Well, okay, now we have to submit well, I have not said for nothing that I can finish the match because my power feed is the best in our team, which is quite rare for a binder because our main duty is to bring the attackers to a net. Seryozhka, our best attacker, has a stronger serve, but he only gets there once.

I ran up and jumped and hit the ball, hurling Vaska, he is probably the weakest at the reception and sometimes he even resents me when he cannot take several balls in a row. “But this is a game and you have to be strong in all components,” the coach said so. Even before the ball came off the hand, I realized that I had hit and hit well. This feeling is growing stronger in me. The ball is slightly curled flew into the zone of the 6th number. It might have seemed from the outside that he was going out, our rivals who did not know the specifics of my submission often thought like that, once I won 7 for the game this way! But Vaska did not even think about missing it. He set up his hands, but the ball flew away from him as if from a tree high and to the side, someone jerked to catch up, but quickly left this idea. The ball was returned to me. I filed again, to the same place and again it turned out not bad. Vaska is somehow somehow shrunk already visible, and himself not believing in his strength, and of course he did not accept again. He is also a binder, but lately, as he has passed, he can understand that he will never reach my level. I even felt a little awkward because of this, but sport is sport and there is no way out of it, I must also have my limit. A little longer would not reach.

The score is already 23: 17, okay, we'll regret Vaska. This time I filed in the center, not aiming at anyone in particular. The delivery was accepted, but bad, it is immediately clear that there will be no good attack. The ball to the attackers is poorly brought, too high and far from the net, we manage to put a double block and the score becomes 24 in ours. Control. I ran away, jumped and already at the time of the swing, I realized that I had thrown the ball not high enough and now I’ll hit the net. In such cases, I try to turn the brush out just to get into the pad. Only this does not always work out as if a weight is tied to a hand. I hit the ball awkwardly, and he flew very weakly and high to the other half of the court. They took it well and Vaska hung the ball almost on a clean net, we did not have time with the unit. No, it seems, the victory will have to be postponed until the next ball. But then standing on the back of the line Semen took the blow, and yes even sent close to the grid. Well, this is my job, I ran sideways assessing the movement on the site. Here the opponent has been prepared for the block, but they still don’t know where I will give the ball, and I don’t know it at that moment either, the decision is made at the last moment.I noticed how Seryozhka jumped behind my back, and I gave the ball behind my back. I like to play like that, the coach even sometimes makes remarks to me that I am abusing such feeds, the accuracy is still lower, and it’s almost impossible to attack at the first pace. I completely agree with him, but they look much more effective than passing forward along the net, so I do not miss a single opportunity to show off. Seryoga struck from the heart, such blows are not taken, no one even moved.

Well, that's it, the training is over, the trainer gathered us reminded of tomorrow's evening training and the upcoming match in Moscow championship on Sunday and that surely there will be anyone from the national team coaches and have to play well and not only win, but also make a good impression. As always, when I was told about the national team, I felt a pang in my heart, the coach says that they are already looking after me. The last time when the coach of the national team looked at our game, it looks like just having a chat with someone, I was so excited that I kicked 7 balls from the serve and 5 to take off, 5 aces, as they say in tennis, and we, too, and probably could continue series, but that's just the game over. He shook his head, and I tried not to look in his direction, as if this was a common thing for me.

Now quickly in the shower and the nearby ice palace, wait for Marina. Marina is my girl she is figure skating, single woman. True, she loves her when she is called Irina, in honor of Irina Rodnina, of course. Her results are worse than mine and before the national team as before the moon. We often go together for various sporting events and ballets. I mainly draw volleyball, and she does figure skating. If I still like figure skating, then in theaters and on ballets I frankly miss. But she likes it very much, and I don’t give a look, but sometimes it really captures me.

I quickly hurried to a free booth, but did not stay long in it alone. There are not enough showers for everyone and you have to stand together or even in three uncomfortable, but what to do. I’ve almost finished how some more guys are in the shower. Immediately it became crowded from the naked bodies. Okay, enough, time to dump.

I quickly got dressed and jumped out into the street. It was a pleasant July evening, the sun was setting, a pleasant east wind was blowing. Not hot at all. I bought a liter bottle of mirinda and a podschisla and the main exit of the ice palace. We finished a little earlier, and Marina will have to wait 10-15 minutes, and maybe more. We always meet here, but when we finish later, Marina does not go to our building so as not to miss each other. After all, 500 meters can be walked in such different ways, especially after a workout, when the head doesn’t cook a little.

Today she invites me to her house and says that she has a gift prepared for me on the occasion of our half-year dating. Again, probably, there will be some tricky cake for tea, which she will look with cherished eyes, trying only a small slice. I do not envy skaters, and even more to different gymnasts and gymnasts, it’s impossible not to eat anything, the regime is the most terrible and that’s fine, if you are a good gymnast. And the majority, so having tortured themselves nothing, do not achieve. We are quite another thing, we can almost everything, within reasonable limits of course. When you grow up and wine and vodka will be possible. And do not think that the athletes do not drink, after the competition still as they thump, I saw it.

Still, we have a strange relationship with Marina. Anyone else in my place would have long since already been dragged into the bed by a girl, she is very much even with long legs, almost taller than me, a beautiful figure and already developed breasts. My mom likes her very much.

I remembered our first meeting which cost me a lot of nerves. Then, after a workout, I went to a friend, he had a computer, a real Pentium, my father also promised to buy me soon and better than PII, and we sat down at the strategy until almost 11 pm. Going into the arch, I noticed how three drunken monsters stick to the girl. I, in general, did not intend to be a hero, but I could not intervene either.They were older than me for a year or two, but drunk or stoned, or both. The girl was crying and struggling, her cap was torn off, an unbuttoned sports bag was lying next to her, apparently nothing ...