Wimbly Day 3 (by Poojay): The King and the Clown
Hello all! You may notice that this is not our beloved Head Bitch Dootsiez, but someone else. Yes, PJ (or as Doots insisted, Poojay :() has officially hijacked the Picket Fence Hewittporn to come!! On a proper note though, I’ll be guest-blogging and helping Dootsiez to upkeep her blog while she flies off to Wimbledon this weekend, and subsequently spends a month away in Federland doing some stalking.
I’m officially starting my guest-blogging stint with recapping Fed’s match on Day 3 of Wimbledon.
So, after the dramatics of Fire-Falla on Monday, it’s safe to say that all of us are hoping for a straight-forward second set encounter with world #153 and qualifier Ilija Bozoljac aka Bozo (the Clown). I have to admit I am expecting it to be straight-forward. What I didn’t expect was for Bozo to come out with all guns blazing, and playing, to quote Feddy, like he had nothing to lose.
The first set was smooth. Roger was comfortable, and broke twice to take the first set 6-3. Bozo just looked happy to be in R2 of Wimby and to be playing Roger on Court 1, that he was never really a threat, and there was even a funny moment where he was serving at the wrong side of the court *snort*. So I sat there thinking, oh yey, maybe I’ll get to sleep marginally earlier tonight, or something. But when as Set 2 went into play, Bozo decided that he’d stop clowning around for a bit, and upped his play with some great serving. No break-point opportunities in the second set, and Bozo just needed one mini-break in the tiebreaker (in which I did not watch – decided to chicken out to make tea) to take a set from Roger.
Cue my freaking out and sending a 3AM text to Dootsiez along the lines of “DUDEEEE PRAAAAAY” and burying myself under blankets, and biting down my nails to nothing. I have to admit I was not comfortable with anything BUT a straight-sets win then, after the Falla encounter, and I groaned at the possibility of yet another five-setter. It would send me out running in the dark again, 4AM or not, gunman on the loose or not (gunman has been caught, FYI).
Roger got an early break in the third set, held on, won that, and moved on to the fourth. Some tense moments there – he faced break point several times (and at the same time, Federesque-ly did not convert his own opportunities) and that made me mute my stream and pray into my pillow. Somehow he held on and another tiebreaker. For the record, I HATE those things. I’ve never watched one of Federer’s tiebreakers live for the entire year of 2010 (and I’m sure I watched less than 5 in 2009) until Falla Set 4. I sat there trying to decide between hiding in the toilet and watching the tiebreaker and I opted to watch it. And he won that, and the match.
Maybe I should start watching his tiebreakers. But it will make me lose a lot of hair and quite a few brain cells.
Overall, it’s really not a bad match by Roger. The king didn’t bring his most brilliant game, but he played well, with 50 winners and 13 UEs. The clown had more winners at a count of 57. It was a case of Bozo suddenly realising he may have a chance to topple the king and just came up with some inspiring play. He very nearly took Roger to yet another five-setter (round 2, fucking WIMBLEDON), and very nearly sent PJ flying over her balcony.
Post-match, I noticed Roger had his right thigh strapped. Freaking out? Frazzling? Spazzing? Ohyesindeedy. I cannot remember the last time I saw Fed with any kind of strapping and of course this worries the fuck outta me. As of now, no one knows why the thigh was strapped or whatever trouble Feddy may or may not be having. And I don’t think we will find out until after the tournament.
I guess Roger is losing his cloak of invincibility as of late, like it or not. His string of losses since the ever awesome Australian Open contributed to that. These guys are coming out and throwing their kitchen sinks, bath tubs, water tanks, sofas and armchairs at him. Despite the barrage of household furniture though, Roger hung on and just refused to give up. We give a lot of credit to Roger for his talent, skills and his very pretty hair and fantastic puny left arm, but seriously, this guy’s mental strength is right up there with the best of the best. In the end, Wimbledon IS his lawn, bitches. And he’s not going to give it up easy. I’m going to stop wishing for straight sets and/or easy play. As long as he wins his matches, he can go six/seven/three million sets or whatever. I just want to see him holding that damn trophy on HIS LAWN at the very end.
And speaking of mental strength, I have to give props John Isner and Nicolas Mahut, who, as any self-respecting tennis fan is definitely aware of, is creating tennis history for the records. A marathon 1st-round match, now standing at 9 hours and 58 minutes, 163 games, fifth set standing at 59-all.
And I thought last year’s final at 16-14 was ridiculous torture. This eclipses anything that I have ever imagined. And mental strength indeed, these two guys showed. I watched a portion of that match, and it was just clutch serving, ace after ace. Huge serving and huge, huge heart to just HANG IN THERE, and refusing to let the other even have a whiff at break-points. Throughout the 118 games in the 5th set, Mahut had 2 break opportunities, and Isner had 4. All break points were saved.
The marathon continues today. And the whole tennis world will be watching. Centre Court, Mandy, Rafa, and even Queenie Lizzy, will all be taking a backseat.
Oh, and Wimby Day 2, you ask? Rafa won, Mandy won, straight sets, comfortable, yadda yadda yadda. Frankly, I don’t much care, at this point.
Hewitt got through, too. But the delusion dream of an Aussie semi-final was shattered with Luczak bowing out.