The Arena Was Still, Expectant: Could The Brash Youngster Beat The Old Pro In the Championship?
The Arena Was Still, NEW YORK fl An air of expectancy filled the arena and yet it was still. The spectators sized up the opponents. Their faces almost told their thoughts. Could he repeat, they wondered. Could this youngster beat out the old master for the national championship? Yes, a national title was at stake and the spectators were tense the kind of tenseness that can grip only a national championship, The youngster was only 15. His hair was mussed and he was wearing a striped sport shirt-Just shirt-Just shirt-Just a boy trying to do i man's job. He was on the brink oMhe title. 0 0 0 He studied his opponent and In p'ay started. On and on. the test of nerves and brains went. The youngster used every trick at his command. Now he was on the verge of winning. But he called I halt and offered his opponent a draw. The opponent shook his head and scowled. He was not going to give up at this stage. He was going all out for the victory. The teenager's eyes hardened. Young as he was. he had been through this sort of thing before. Now he was expanding expanding every last wile. Two more hour went by and the battle continued.