Posts Tagged ‘wimbledon’

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.

WHAT I THINK WILL BE THE FINAL: Djokovic/Nadal
WHAT I HOPE WILL BE THE FINAL: Berdych/Nadal
WHAT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, I DO NOT WANT TO BE THE FINAL: Djokovic/Murray
WHAT, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, I ALSO DO NOT WANT TO BE THE FINAL: Berdych/Murray

Do me proud, Nadal.

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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.

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…”
means
“Bitch please, don’t question me.”

“Gaaaaame, Roooddick”
means
“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.

TOMORROW’S ABSOLUTE DO NOT MISS HIGHLIGHTS YOU WOULD BE A FOOL TO MISS THEM, A FOOL!

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.

Are Obamicons still funny?

June 21, 2010

So I guess I got my hopes up a little when making this

But it’s okay because now I can do this

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.

Withdrawal.

June 11, 2010

This is what happens when you don’t televise outside courts.
I have to hear about Benneteau all day long, knowing that he’s there, playing, winning and being adorable, but I cannot see him. Not even when he gets to Centre Court because apparently nobody wants to watch doubles on television.

So I YouTubed him, and as horrific (yet endearing) as it was to watch this first time round, I had to watch it again.
What I would give to be that racket.

Lars’ face is priceless, he looks like somebody has just told him their name is Lanolin. Like sheep’s wool?