Whu-Thu-Fuh Day 2 and 3: Cherry Cherry Boom Boom.
The match started at 1am in Australia. I didn’t set the alarm.
Woken up by my subconscious at 1:30 am. Willed myself to sleep.
Woke up again at 2:30am. Swore. Lay in bed for 30 minutes without touching my phone. Doing an ostrich.
Turns out I needn’t have, for Wogie McFeduhruh brought out the Cherry Cherry Boom Boom for the match.
From my twitter feed right after the match finished, I gathered that Muzz played like a dead man walking. Perhaps because I was expecting a lot worse, I was actually somewhat surprised. For stretches towards the end of each set, Muzz played some of his best tennis, just as likewise, for stretches, he played like he was on a diet of cat piss.
Might’ve had a chance when Federer served for the first set and got down 0-30. One point Scotland’s way might’ve flipped the set.
Might’ve had a chance if Federer gave him something towards the end of the second set.
But too little, too late. For once, Cherry Boom Boom was stingy with his charitable donations. I’m not expecting it to be a habit this week. Darling Boy is a generous soul, especially with his unforced errors and break points. (It’s easier to call him Darling Boy when he’s not brainfarting louder than a Swuss alp horn, no?)
If we cropped this photo, we could all pretend that Maradona wasn’t standing up when it was taken, and Federer wasn’t really, really excited…
But since Maradona is actually a hobbit and Federer was getting a hard-on standing next to the Hand of God (hush), here is the whole photo.
I made you look.
Next up: this guy.
Not looking so squishy to me in the next 48 hours. All rosy post-match.
I know I’m in the minority, but I think this may be Roger’s toughest match yet (easier to say this, of course, after Murray played tennis like he was snorting the dying ashes of the Irish economy). Soderling won a highly colourful and evenly contested match against Ferret, despite the straight sets 75 75 score, and looked less unprepared, less flat than he did against Murray.
WORST, FARKING, TIMING. For that.
And there’s Dootsie’s Universal Theory of One-Good-Match-One-Craphouse. I think we might brace ourselves for a Craphouse.
Formal congratulations to Rafa for winning ANOTHER SLAM – oh wait …
I swear the No 1 trophy was always some crystal thang … Nevermind. Second year-end No 1 is no easy feat. Even less easy is his next round opponent, who I suspect might be up for a little revenge. I doubt Rafa will comply. Not even going to try calling this one. Watch and enjoy, frazzle free I say.