It was just a hard match to lose. Last year was good because we knew we had (this) year. This year, it just kills me that we couldn't win this.

I don't want to accept it because it's ridiculous to lose to someone like that. It was all on us. We just got down on ourselves and I stopped trusting her and she stopped trusting me.

If it's not going right, we just stayed quiet. We wormed our way into their heads and sort of messed with their minds.

It seemed to work for her, not for me if I talk.

It was hers from the beginning. I'm not going to lie. In the first, it was hot, it was clay. I was mad at everything. I was like, 'I'm done. I don't want to play.' I'd feel bad if I won, because I didn't deserve it. It wasn't my day. It wasn't my time.

I had to win. I started killing the ball, hitting it hard instead of playing safe.