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Jun. 30th, 2008 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againMurray, I was hating you for that fist pump on a double fault (because uncool and you so deserved to lose that next point) but then you hit some really quite stunning shots and it's just... crikey.
I didn't know he could play like this. I didn't even suspect.
For all that it's futile though, I do have sympathy with Gasquet. Playing a Brit in front of this crowd must utterly suck. Just like playing a Frenchman at Roland Garros must suck, rinse-repeat for the US and Australian. Asking the umpire to stop it is like standing in front of a stampeding rhino with a twig and waving it in a vaguely threatening manner. But. Poor Gasquet. I wouldn't blame him if he punched Murray in the locker rooms after, or maybe something less drastic. Like, I don't know, gave him a Chinese burn or something.
Casper is seriously bugging me for food, I really want my own dinner and a shower and I was kind of hoping for a power nap after work but no, tonight has been filled with tennis and it's lovely. This is how I first got into tennis at all; coming home from my college exams, vegging on the sofa and watching this strange Swiss man with a ponytail hitting balls with a stick and some strings.
And besides Marat winning AGAIN tonight, another bright point is that I finally bought new glasses. ^_^ Two months of looking and I eventually got what I wanted, for not insanely expensive and with my reactions in one pair. For much less than the £150 extra Specsavers wanted to charge me for them too. Take a Win At Life card Tesco.
One pair is Armani. Not because I particularly like designer glasses (I tried everything to avoid frames with the designer's name down the side, because it bugs me immensely) but because they're one of the only three or four pairs I tried on in several glasses shops combined that didn't make me look like someone in a comedy disguise (seriously; people are expected to wear these glasses without knocking things off shelves as they walk around?) It's going to amuse me for months that I have Armani glasses, though I kind of wish they were Prada because then I wouldn't stop giggling for years. Oh Roger, your totally gay obsession with Prada is still funny. Though I wouldn't be surprised if they'd disowned you for the cardigan.
Casper just bit me. Hurry the smeg up Murray. I have a feline rebellion on my hands here and I will send him down to London to take his feliney wrath out on you if you drag this out any longer than it needs to be.
I didn't know he could play like this. I didn't even suspect.
For all that it's futile though, I do have sympathy with Gasquet. Playing a Brit in front of this crowd must utterly suck. Just like playing a Frenchman at Roland Garros must suck, rinse-repeat for the US and Australian. Asking the umpire to stop it is like standing in front of a stampeding rhino with a twig and waving it in a vaguely threatening manner. But. Poor Gasquet. I wouldn't blame him if he punched Murray in the locker rooms after, or maybe something less drastic. Like, I don't know, gave him a Chinese burn or something.
Casper is seriously bugging me for food, I really want my own dinner and a shower and I was kind of hoping for a power nap after work but no, tonight has been filled with tennis and it's lovely. This is how I first got into tennis at all; coming home from my college exams, vegging on the sofa and watching this strange Swiss man with a ponytail hitting balls with a stick and some strings.
And besides Marat winning AGAIN tonight, another bright point is that I finally bought new glasses. ^_^ Two months of looking and I eventually got what I wanted, for not insanely expensive and with my reactions in one pair. For much less than the £150 extra Specsavers wanted to charge me for them too. Take a Win At Life card Tesco.
One pair is Armani. Not because I particularly like designer glasses (I tried everything to avoid frames with the designer's name down the side, because it bugs me immensely) but because they're one of the only three or four pairs I tried on in several glasses shops combined that didn't make me look like someone in a comedy disguise (seriously; people are expected to wear these glasses without knocking things off shelves as they walk around?) It's going to amuse me for months that I have Armani glasses, though I kind of wish they were Prada because then I wouldn't stop giggling for years. Oh Roger, your totally gay obsession with Prada is still funny. Though I wouldn't be surprised if they'd disowned you for the cardigan.
Casper just bit me. Hurry the smeg up Murray. I have a feline rebellion on my hands here and I will send him down to London to take his feliney wrath out on you if you drag this out any longer than it needs to be.
