Unleashing Frustration
An intense squash rivalry grows to far more
I gripped the squash racket tighter than I needed to, knuckles white, trying not to curse as Rachel stole another point from me. Four in a row. My coach had promised me a solid opponent but when she walked onto the court, ponytail swaying and a casual little smile playing at her lips, I’d been caught off guard. I’d expected someone tall, broad-shouldered, built like a machine. Instead, she was small, trim, effortlessly pr...
