Posts Tagged ‘andy roddick’

Second week, BOOM!

June 27, 2010

Just a celebratory post for Andy Roddick and Julien Benneteau for getting into the second week of Wimbledon. If Roddick didn’t, I’d be in the foetal position on my living room floor right now, we sort of expected him to. But Jules, oh man am I proud. Well done, Benny, didn’t even take you five sets this time, always a bonus.

Roddick, just chillin'. On the ground.

He won. Well done, sincerely.

Oh my.


Andy Roddick.

June 25, 2010

I was nervous about today, Kohls has always been a threat to me in terms of being an opponent of Andy after a fateful Australian Open match that made me against Kohls fo’ life. Although, I do absolutely adore his serve. It is ridiculous.

I know I come across as somebody who likes players only for their looks. For the most case, yes, that is true. But Andy Roddick is different. He’s the reason I follow tennis, he’s the only player who’s progression I truly care about. And I mean really care, some may say too much. After two years of watching almost every ATP tournament, streamed online, on TV, anywhere, I completely stopped altogether after Wimbledon 2009. It was too much.

That being said, I can’t help the fact that the boy has a fabulous booty.

Andy's got back.

Like two Pringles hugging.

Actual curvature. I stared at this one for longer than most.

Andy's got actual back and shoulders, too.

With added trademark Andy side tongue.

It's really quite... defined.

Andy's got front.


Tennis is the ultimate spectator sport.

I do love a good approach shot.

June 21, 2010

Well the day started off well, with my ever so sweet mother bringing me strawberries and cream and there being a little bit of wine left in my fridge.

I thought to myself what I’m sure everybody thought to themselves this morning.
Quick straight setter from Fed, then hellooo Roddick.
You thought that, right? Wrong.
Alejandro Falla gave me an excruciating glimpse at what could have been the greatest, most wonderful, most unbelievable start to a Wimbledon Championships in a very long time. Definitely in my lifetime, at least. Or my tennis lifetime, at very least. A long time anyway, you get the picture.
I got very overexcited, very stressed and a little bit drunk, but Falla, as impressive as he was today, couldn’t make the points against Federer when it mattered most (remind you of anybody…?) and despite originally being two sets to love down, Federer took the set in five. Uncool, R-Fedz*, uncool.

Daaaang, son.

The Roddick match was much less terrifying, and the boy won in straight sets against fellow American Rajeev Ram. Commentators were Andrew Castle and John Lloyd, and this brought something to my attention. Some people seem to have a problem with Castle. Why? What did he do that I missed? His impression of Steve Ulrich (often confused with Lars Ulrich, drummer of Metallica) was beautiful, I’ve always wanted to do one but you can’t do it in type, it’s all in the tone.

“Ram challenges the call…”
“Bitch please, don’t question me.”

“Gaaaaame, Roooddick”
“Gaaaaame, Roooddick, obbbbviously”

And it really was obvious. The match basically consisted of Ram sighing and Roddick strutting back to the baseline before the return ball even lands back on the court, emphasising how completely pathetic it would be to even consider that the ball would be in when it does land.

He next faces another favourite of mine, Llodra. But I swear to god, if he even takes a set off Roddick, he’s going down.


Robert Kendrick vs. Jo Wilfried Tsonga
I haven’t seen the Frenchie in a very long time, I hope I still adore him. I’m pretty sure I will.

Gilles Simon vs. Guillermo Alcaide
I have indeed seen this Frenchie recently, and I do indeed still adore him.

Kristof Vliegen vs. JULIEN BENNETEAU
On an infuriatingly untelevised court. I will be watching the scores without blinking. He has to win, he has to get on TV, I must watch at least ONE of his matches. Came so goddamn close at Wimbledon. Well, no, I didn’t, since I missed the doubles due to a family barbecue, but whatever. It’s the principle.

Hi, I’m Christina and I love the French.

*Credit to my friend Emma for coming up with R-Fedz.

Hello, Wimbledon.

June 21, 2010

Can you think of a better way to spend your day? Oh yeah, if it wasn't Federer on that TV screen.

12 hours to go. Roughly.

June 21, 2010

It’s finally time. Wimbledon 2010 is upon us, and although I’m still not officially (or at all) over what happened in last year’s final, I am still literally shaking with excitement.
Well, not literally, but near enough.

Oh fuck.

Years ago, I was a young teen who for some reason was watching Wimbledon, with absolutely no interest in tennis. Until Mark Philippoussis. Did I spell that right? Kudos if I did, whatever if I didn’t. Somebody beat him, then the following year, he was gone. I didn’t know where he went, but I didn’t care, because who on earth was this handsome fella? Oh it was only our favourite American boy, Andy Roddick. He did pretty well that year if I remember correctly, it was in his little semi final run. I kept following him, only through Wimbledon each year. Then I started liking more players, and then I started watching more tournaments, and now here I am, twenty one years of age, writing a goddamn tennis blog.

#offtopic I just moved my laptop from off my lap to reveal the cup of tea I made long enough ago for me to have completely forgotten about it, but recently enough for it to still be warm enough to drink.
It’s going to be a good week.

I don’t really have anything to say about Wimbledon to be honest. I’ve never been one to look at draws, see what possible matches are, see what chances my favourite players have of winning… it’s just too much effort. As long as I have a beer in my hand and plenty of snacks within reaching distance, and either Roddick or absolutely anybody born in France on my television, I’ll be happy.

Wimbledon 2010, bring it.

So I guess once there’s actual tennis to talk about, my posts will be a bit more interesting/relevant.

AEGON Championships/ And we’re off!

June 9, 2010

No matter how much I’ve been enjoying watching the AEGON Championships from the comfort of my couch, with tea, snacks and plentiful free internet, I can’t help but be a little disheartened. This is the first year, with the exception of the Roddick/Mahut final of ’07, that I have watched the Championships on the television. I already feared that only Centre Court would be televised, which then sparked the realisation that the matches I would want to see would be played on the lower courts, since of course every single British player we have will be chucked onto Centre while they’re still here.

And I was right.

Bogdanovic definitely gets the gold star for his duration holding onto Centre Court glory. Thanks to rain delay (gotta love it) he strolled onto court at 1.15pm today, for Part II of his first round match, only to be beaten by the ever so cute and hopefully legal Grigor Dimitrov. After this, I couldn’t help but be increasingly annoyed by Gael Monfils. I didn’t want to be, since, y’know, he’s French, but the boy should have retired when he called the trainer on court 4 games in. But he didn’t. He dragged it out, not only to the end of yer average ATP Tour match, but somehow to the end of a three setter.

Anyway, who cares about all that?

50 minutes it lasted, so I heard. Fantastic.
I’m not going to talk about his backhand crosscourt lob volley dive shot, because frankly, I don’t care. I don’t know the difference between anything past the obvious. All I know is that Roddick played beautifully and effectively today and it was the first match in the tournament so far that had me shouting and clapping at my TV screen like a prick.

He won the match with great ease, 6-2 6-1.

Hey Kunitsyn, you want some dip with that breadstick? I got it at Tesco, it was on sale.

Photos of the first two days, courtesy of Rachael Simpson.

Roddick won in a mere 50 minutes. Didn't want to be late for the Slammin' Hottie Convention, I guess.


Sa and his (much less menacing than Melo) doubles partner, Cilic.


Benneteau. Oh Benneteau.


'Sup, Llodra? Killer ass.

‘Sup, grass season?

June 6, 2010

It’s that time of year again, thank god. Clay season is over (for now) and players are flocking to the UK for our beloved grass season.

I’d like to apologise in advance for any bitching, complaining, snidey comments and unnecessary digs, because this year, unlike the past two, I will not be attended the AEGON Championships. Nor Eastbourne. Nor Wimbledon. No, ladies and gentlemen, I am what you would call ‘completely, utterly skint, like in that movie where he burns all his money and goes travelling, only instead of burning my money I spent it on vodka, and instead of travelling I’m sitting on my mother’s couch watching tennis all day’. People say that, right? So, after a much needed meltdown, I decided that in fact it would not be the end of the world to just watch it on TV this year. Or will it? Only time will tell. Or will it? Whatever.

As much as it would kill me to see it and not be there to cheer him on, I still want Roddick to win the shit out of the AEGON Championships like he should have and would have last year, ankle permitting. In the event of Roddick not winning, then any of the following please:

WAIT, in finding out who else I want to win, I have discovered that Gilles Simon and Jo-Wilfried Tsonga are no longer on the Players list. This is very good news for me, since they are glorious specimen of men, and now I won’t be missing them. So, with them out of the picture, the remaining potential winners, preferably, will be:

Julien Benneteau. Imagine?
Novak Djokovic. Realistically, he’s got a chance, and he’s just lovely.
Marin Cilic. The first tennis player I ever met, and to this day he has a special place in my heart.
I would also say Janko Tipsarevic, but y’know what, I’m still a bit miffed about the little stunt he pulled in Wimbledon ’08.

As for doubles, Benneteau/Llodra. 100%. Always.