Posts Tagged ‘tennis’

Challenger Tennis meets Correction Was Good

January 10, 2011

So I am returning to Scotstoun Stadium in my fair city of Glasgow tomorrow morning for another AEGON Pro Series event. The stadium will play host to a men’s 15K and a women’s 10K event, with the men beginning their main draw tomorrow morning.

I’ve been asked to cover this by Challenger Tennis, with both photos and general updates, with words. I’ve never been great with words, but I’m going to give it a go. This is me apologising in advance for what will likely be paragraphs of ‘So X was good. But then Y was on, so I went over to watch him for a bit. Y lost, that sucked. Z was playing doubles with Y though, that was beautiful’.

It’s going to be something special.

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AEGON Pro Series Glasgow

November 12, 2010

A couple of weeks ago I headed down to Scotstoun in Glasgow for the AEGON Pro Series.
I could count the number of names I knew in the draw on one hand, but by the end of the week I had a whole heap of new players to creep on.

The reason I went was to take photos, basically. I study photography and want to one day be an official tennis photographer (not sports photographer, strictly tennis, all other sports can suck it).
Here’s some of the shots I got.

Mecir by Christina Marie Riley


Viola by Christina Marie Riley
Ebden by Christina Marie Riley


Ebden & Milton by Christina Marie Riley

The rest of the photos can be found HERE. If you want to use any, because, I don’t know, maybe somebody out there just can’t get enough of Fabbiano, please let me know before you take it.

Roddick, I choose you!

October 13, 2010

What if tennis players were Pokemon?

Andy Roddick. He’s our number one guy, our go-to guy. He might not always come through, but you still love him for it. He gets injured a lot, and you always seem to have a reason to feel sorry for him, but never underestimate what this guy can do.

Even though they’ve broken our hearts and seperated as a doubles team, I cannot seperate them in my heart. So I had no choice but to crown them Nidoking and Nidoqueen. These guys actually start off as one species, Nidoran male and female. They then grow and evolve to become seperate entities.

No explanation necessary. I also considered him to be Caterpie or Weedle, because they’re always just there. Always. They never leave you the fuck alone.

Kohls just sort of came outta nowhere and started ruining people’s lives.


Nadal began as Machop, a feisty little Spanish boy. He grows to become Machoke, with ripping biceps, to eventually become Machamp (pictured above).

Elekid generates energy by whirling it’s arms, but it cannot store the energy it creates.

Oh come on, it was so obvious.

The first ATP Pokemon I ever noticed. Charmander is absolutely adorable, and his head just sort of turns into his neck. Gasuqet is absolutely adorable, and his head just sort of turns into his neck.

I plan to continue this, so feel free to submit your ATP Pokemon ideas.

Mind when Federer lost? Again?

July 2, 2010

I haven’t known how to put into words just how magical the Berdych/Federer match was. It was an absolute dream to watch, and you have no idea how happy it made me. Well, Rachael, you do.

I think this pretty much sums it up?


As for the Semi Finals, for some reason, despite Berdych just beating the smug, gold trimmed Champion of Wimbledon, I’m still leaning towards Djokovic. I even predicted he’d do it in four, not five. Now that it’s started and I’m being reminded how wonderful Berdych is to watch, I’m less sure. But a prediction is a prediction and I’m sticking to it.


Do me proud, Nadal.

Mo in the Sunday Times.

June 27, 2010

Oh how I giggled.


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.

10 Things To Do With Middle Sunday.

June 27, 2010

1. Stream every single match from the past six days, one after the other, no breaks inbetween. Or alternatively, watch the Isner/Mahut match again.

2. Go to your local park, chill out, have a good time. Fall over and injure your leg, then just START SPITTING ON EVERYONE. RRAAAAHHHHHH!
nb: must have spare $15,000

3. Make a pot of tea, get some snacks and rent out American Pie, Evolution, Dukes of Hazzard and Road Trip. Don’t worry, the real Roddick will be back soon.

4. Sleep.

5. Get a bus down to SW19 and kidnap all remaining Gentlemen’s Singles players bar Roddick and Benneteau, thus defaulting a Roddick/Benneteau final, and getting rid of Federer and Murray to boot.
nb: ignore if not previously thoroughly planned.

6. Have a sitting contest against MoLay.
You need; water, a chair, a timer and a goddamn adorable voice.
You are not allowed; toilet breaks, any form of changing entertainment. television is allowed, remotes are not. NOT EVEN IN THE ADVERTS.
Don’t even pretend you could do it. Ignore #6.

7. Look at Colin Fleming’s face. Yeah, for 24 hours.

8. Watch the incredible 2008 Wimbledon Men’s Final, Nadal vs. Federer, on ESPN Classic at 7.25pm. Mind that time Federer lost? Ahhh memories.

9. Go to your local tennis court with a mate and break Isner/Mahut’s longest match record, just for shits and giggles.

10. Cry. Cry, and wait.

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.

The many faces of Julien Benneteau.

June 24, 2010

Bet you thought he only had one.

"This is my 'you want some, come and get it' face."

"This is my 'one day, this will all be mine...' face."

"This is my concentration face."

"This is my annoyed face."

"This is my scared face."

"This is my 'you wish you had a slave' face."

"This is my 'I know you're checkin' out my hot bod but I'm pretending I haven't noticed' face."

"This is my pleased face."

"This is my pensive face."

"This is my angry face. Grrrrrr."

"This is my 'have you seen how hot my brother is?' face."

"These are our 'we will FUCK YOU UP' faces."

"These are our 'BFF4EVAAAA!' faces."

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.