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Jul. 6th, 2008 09:24 pmOh Roger, I'm so proud of you for coming back those two sets. I'm so proud of you for pushing it to that last point and never giving up. And I'm sad that you had to lose, because neither of you deserved to lose after a match like that but you are every bit as wonderful, every bit as brilliant, as you were when I sat where I am now four years ago and thought I could learn to love this odd-looking Swiss guy with a ponytail, who played tennis like he was dancing.
I've sat here since two pm this afternoon, a gibbering, tearful wreck on every point and it was worth every minute. I'm so happy I chose you to fangirl over four years ago Roger. There are many more things to take away from today but if nothing else, take the fact that we're proud of you.
I've sat here since two pm this afternoon, a gibbering, tearful wreck on every point and it was worth every minute. I'm so happy I chose you to fangirl over four years ago Roger. There are many more things to take away from today but if nothing else, take the fact that we're proud of you.
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Jul. 6th, 2008 07:35 pmOh holy jesus fucking christ on a cracker.
They should make pills for this.
They should make pills for this.
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Jul. 6th, 2008 04:14 pmThis is horrible. I should've gone to hide in Borders like I originally planned.
Oh Roger. I'm so sorry they've slowed the courts down this much. I'm so sorry I can't actually watch because my parents just don't get it. I'm so sorry I can't be there to kneecap Nadal for you.
I've never wanted a rainbreak so much in my life. Please, weather gods. You did it to us in 2004. Please.
Oh Roger. I'm so sorry they've slowed the courts down this much. I'm so sorry I can't actually watch because my parents just don't get it. I'm so sorry I can't be there to kneecap Nadal for you.
I've never wanted a rainbreak so much in my life. Please, weather gods. You did it to us in 2004. Please.
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Jul. 6th, 2008 02:52 pmI cannot actually watch. I watched the first few games and Roger got his serve broken. Clearly this is because I shouldn't be watching. He won last year when I didn't watch; I spent the first half of the match dealing with a cat-traumatised sparrow and the second half in Starbucks on Cardiff Bay.
God I wish I had Cardiff Bay to go and hide in again. Especially as there were no parents there to mock me for getting too freaked out by this match. My dad was actually pointing out all the reasons Nadal was going to win earlier. I may have to put his golf clubs in front of a bus.
I'm going to go read Fire and Hemlock for the million and oneth time. And possibly drink an entire bottle of Pimms. Jesus. Every freaking year I do this.
God I wish I had Cardiff Bay to go and hide in again. Especially as there were no parents there to mock me for getting too freaked out by this match. My dad was actually pointing out all the reasons Nadal was going to win earlier. I may have to put his golf clubs in front of a bus.
I'm going to go read Fire and Hemlock for the million and oneth time. And possibly drink an entire bottle of Pimms. Jesus. Every freaking year I do this.
Nadal said [of Murray]: "He is going to be a tough opponent. I have to play my best tennis... but the Wimbledon crowd have respect for everyone. When I go on court I feel the people are with me always, so that's nice."
*sporfles* Has he played a Brit before at Wimbledon?
But, oh. I would love to be on Centre today. *wistful*
*sporfles* Has he played a Brit before at Wimbledon?
But, oh. I would love to be on Centre today. *wistful*
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Jun. 30th, 2008 08:50 pmMurray, 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.
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Jun. 29th, 2008 11:01 pmThings I Forgot To Mention About Wimbledon:
> So we saw Marat playing Djokovic right. And I've never really watched Djokovic play before. I've just read the bad press and knew that Roger (hilariously) hates him and it was enough.
But. He's frigging bendy. And he plays some pretty tennis. And, no matter how much he will always remind me of a chimpanzee - did I mention the bendy? - I found myself kind of, well, thinking "Okay so he's an asshole but he might be an asshole I could like."
So I'm not saying I like Novak Djokovic. Don't expect me to be cheering for him to beat Roger and Andy and Mardy or actually, pretty much anyone (with my the usual exceptions) anytime soon but-
I might just take an interest. Yeah.
> We also saw - again playing Marat - Fabio Fognini, who I fell immediately in love with. This did not stop us deciding that his last name sounded like a kind of mushroom and therefore dubbing him, forever, Mushroom Boy. But I did adore him and his passionate Italianness. I must remember to look out for him in future.
> We meant to try Bluetooth while on court, to see if the players had their phones on in their bags. We forgot. Very sad. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
> The two old ladies sat next to us on Centre Court told me it was annoying that we were taking lots of pictures. And then proceeded to chat, constantly, about various topics INCLUDING "what pills [their friend] Margery was on". And they kept rustling sweet papers. After the cute Australian guy who sat next to us on Court One, I was unamused. Good thing Roger's pretty hair was only a few away and sufficiently distracted me.
> Unrelated to Wimbledon but Londoncentric; Krispy Kreme doughnuts are The Ultimate Doughnut. And I forgot to buy many to bring back with me. Dammit.
> Did I mention that we laughed a lot and sang "Cardigan Man!" about Roger? I did. I think I also mentioned that it's possible he heard us but I didn't think to mention that probably all the photographers and stewards heard us too, which makes it VERY INTERESTING (and *hilarious*) that he was directly referred to as "Cardigan Man" in the day seven preview. Did we start something? I don't know. I'd like to think so. ^_^
> Having to come home after four days made me realise how stupid I'd been not to take the two weeks off. In all future years, I'll be taking Wimbledon's fortnight off. Forever.
> So we saw Marat playing Djokovic right. And I've never really watched Djokovic play before. I've just read the bad press and knew that Roger (hilariously) hates him and it was enough.
But. He's frigging bendy. And he plays some pretty tennis. And, no matter how much he will always remind me of a chimpanzee - did I mention the bendy? - I found myself kind of, well, thinking "Okay so he's an asshole but he might be an asshole I could like."
So I'm not saying I like Novak Djokovic. Don't expect me to be cheering for him to beat Roger and Andy and Mardy or actually, pretty much anyone (with my the usual exceptions) anytime soon but-
I might just take an interest. Yeah.
> We also saw - again playing Marat - Fabio Fognini, who I fell immediately in love with. This did not stop us deciding that his last name sounded like a kind of mushroom and therefore dubbing him, forever, Mushroom Boy. But I did adore him and his passionate Italianness. I must remember to look out for him in future.
> We meant to try Bluetooth while on court, to see if the players had their phones on in their bags. We forgot. Very sad. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway.
> The two old ladies sat next to us on Centre Court told me it was annoying that we were taking lots of pictures. And then proceeded to chat, constantly, about various topics INCLUDING "what pills [their friend] Margery was on". And they kept rustling sweet papers. After the cute Australian guy who sat next to us on Court One, I was unamused. Good thing Roger's pretty hair was only a few away and sufficiently distracted me.
> Unrelated to Wimbledon but Londoncentric; Krispy Kreme doughnuts are The Ultimate Doughnut. And I forgot to buy many to bring back with me. Dammit.
> Did I mention that we laughed a lot and sang "Cardigan Man!" about Roger? I did. I think I also mentioned that it's possible he heard us but I didn't think to mention that probably all the photographers and stewards heard us too, which makes it VERY INTERESTING (and *hilarious*) that he was directly referred to as "Cardigan Man" in the day seven preview. Did we start something? I don't know. I'd like to think so. ^_^
> Having to come home after four days made me realise how stupid I'd been not to take the two weeks off. In all future years, I'll be taking Wimbledon's fortnight off. Forever.
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Jun. 26th, 2008 09:06 pmDear Andy,
WE ARE NOT AMUSED. Idiot. -_-
No love at all for the rest of Wimbledon,
Clo
I knew I should've buried my lucky socks surreptitiously on Centre Court, since they did such wonders for Marat. Goddammit. And they got Roger through in straight sets, no matter how much I yelled "C'mon Robin!" because I really wanted another set of Roger (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kindoftrouble thought I was weird cheering against my favourite player. My adoration of Roger has many conditions and is... complicated. But it can be summed up in: I am always happy when he wins.)
In other news, am home despite the bastards at Crewe cancelling my train when we were all freaking sitting on it and making me wait an extra half hour. I hate them so much, even though it was kinda my fault for missing my direct train from London. But mainly, they cancelled my train and are utter bastards and I hate them. Yes. Also I'm home from three glorious days of Wimbledon and another of Doctor Who exhibition and Paperchase and general awesomeness apart from a certain American... and I have to work tomorrow. Work five days a week without another break until October in fact. It really sucks.
But the pictureskindoftrouble and I - mainly kindoftrouble though - took over the three days? Are beautiful. I loved our amazing seats so much. I'm actually considering paying for my LJ again, just so I have the Scrapbook to upload the shiniest of mine to without resizing them. LJ hasn't done anything really really stupid for a while and I get paid tomorrow... I'm still just a little wary of LJ. I don't know; I'll think about it tomorrow. If I don't do that I'll upload them to Photobucket or something.
I'm off to sink into a bath now. I'm actually tired enough to be dizzy, which is another reason I hated them for cancelling my train. I wish it was tomorrow night already and I had time to sleep. But... shiny Roger pictures make up for a lot. He is so pretty. Really. No matter how much I cheer for the other guy out of sympathy, Roger Federer in all his spectacularly ridiculous idiocy, with his monogrammed belt and clothes and personal chef flown in specially... he is awesome. He is my awesome, adorable, badly dressed, over-monogrammed, beautiful ponce. (I really need my 'poncey Roger' icon back for this post. Again, tomorrow.) I am so happy that I've seen him and he was just a few feet away and I did not embarrass myself too much, except for singing 'Cardigan Man!' to the Batman theme tune loud enough that it's entirely possible he heard us. But. He'd never recognise me again, so it's fine. You know, it's not like it put him off the match. :D
I'm sad I have to wait another year to be at Wimbledon again. There is nothing else like it. It's wonderful.
WE ARE NOT AMUSED. Idiot. -_-
No love at all for the rest of Wimbledon,
Clo
I knew I should've buried my lucky socks surreptitiously on Centre Court, since they did such wonders for Marat. Goddammit. And they got Roger through in straight sets, no matter how much I yelled "C'mon Robin!" because I really wanted another set of Roger (
kindoftrouble thought I was weird cheering against my favourite player. My adoration of Roger has many conditions and is... complicated. But it can be summed up in: I am always happy when he wins.)In other news, am home despite the bastards at Crewe cancelling my train when we were all freaking sitting on it and making me wait an extra half hour. I hate them so much, even though it was kinda my fault for missing my direct train from London. But mainly, they cancelled my train and are utter bastards and I hate them. Yes. Also I'm home from three glorious days of Wimbledon and another of Doctor Who exhibition and Paperchase and general awesomeness apart from a certain American... and I have to work tomorrow. Work five days a week without another break until October in fact. It really sucks.
But the pictures
kindoftrouble and I - mainly kindoftrouble though - took over the three days? Are beautiful. I loved our amazing seats so much. I'm actually considering paying for my LJ again, just so I have the Scrapbook to upload the shiniest of mine to without resizing them. LJ hasn't done anything really really stupid for a while and I get paid tomorrow... I'm still just a little wary of LJ. I don't know; I'll think about it tomorrow. If I don't do that I'll upload them to Photobucket or something.I'm off to sink into a bath now. I'm actually tired enough to be dizzy, which is another reason I hated them for cancelling my train. I wish it was tomorrow night already and I had time to sleep. But... shiny Roger pictures make up for a lot. He is so pretty. Really. No matter how much I cheer for the other guy out of sympathy, Roger Federer in all his spectacularly ridiculous idiocy, with his monogrammed belt and clothes and personal chef flown in specially... he is awesome. He is my awesome, adorable, badly dressed, over-monogrammed, beautiful ponce. (I really need my 'poncey Roger' icon back for this post. Again, tomorrow.) I am so happy that I've seen him and he was just a few feet away and I did not embarrass myself too much, except for singing 'Cardigan Man!' to the Batman theme tune loud enough that it's entirely possible he heard us. But. He'd never recognise me again, so it's fine. You know, it's not like it put him off the match. :D
I'm sad I have to wait another year to be at Wimbledon again. There is nothing else like it. It's wonderful.
We are not dead yet!
Jun. 25th, 2008 10:18 amJust spending most of our days at Wimbledon. We were in the front row on Court One for Andy and Mardy yesterday, thanks to the two amazing guys (dear them, if you ever read this, I will marry you for totally making our Wimbledon) who swapped our Centre Court tickets for theirs, but that is a long story of awesome beginning with an Innocent smoothie and I have no time to tell it now, because we'll have to go get ready for more Wimbledon. Especially as today we get Roger, sitting right in front of us, and I may flail myself into falling off my chair on national television.
And Spamalot was fantastic last night, and Monday was awesome and tomorrow there is the Doctor Who exhibition. I am sad this is my last day of Wimbledon but at the same time this has been a trip of such unbelievable awesome (we *randomly* picked the two guys with front row seats to ask to switch and they did?) that maybe I shouldn't push my luck. I don't know if the awesome could hold out for the whole two weeks.
And Roger today. I might actually die of glee. If you see the girl in the blue hat behind the umpire fall off her chair, write me a pretty epitaph totally blaming Roger. ^_^
And Spamalot was fantastic last night, and Monday was awesome and tomorrow there is the Doctor Who exhibition. I am sad this is my last day of Wimbledon but at the same time this has been a trip of such unbelievable awesome (we *randomly* picked the two guys with front row seats to ask to switch and they did?) that maybe I shouldn't push my luck. I don't know if the awesome could hold out for the whole two weeks.
And Roger today. I might actually die of glee. If you see the girl in the blue hat behind the umpire fall off her chair, write me a pretty epitaph totally blaming Roger. ^_^
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Jun. 23rd, 2008 10:06 pmWimbledon was awesome today. Am too tired to say more than just, awesome. Roll on tomorrow! But not until we've had some sleep.
It's sad that I have no tennis icon for Wimbledon. I will change that, sometime.
Alsokindoftrouble's camera is a Very Big Camera but I am forbidden from laughing at it because it takes such pretty pictures. There might be picture withholding if I laugh, and the pictures are too pretty. The only pictures I took today that are as pretty are the ones of us with the Andy and Roger terracotta warriors, which make up for my lack of ability to take a decent picture of people playing tennis anymore. The terracotta warriors are hilariously tall and all we could come up with for Roger to do with his, once they give them to the players, is to put it into his front garden and turn it into a fountain, while Andy will probably have his in a corner somewhere and it'll have socks and things hanging off it.
I wish they sold mini replicas of them because I would love a mini terracotta warrior Roger. It would be so cute next to the Federbear.
I love Wimbledon. I love that I get to go more than one day this year. Yay! :D
It's sad that I have no tennis icon for Wimbledon. I will change that, sometime.
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kindoftrouble's camera is a Very Big Camera but I am forbidden from laughing at it because it takes such pretty pictures. There might be picture withholding if I laugh, and the pictures are too pretty. The only pictures I took today that are as pretty are the ones of us with the Andy and Roger terracotta warriors, which make up for my lack of ability to take a decent picture of people playing tennis anymore. The terracotta warriors are hilariously tall and all we could come up with for Roger to do with his, once they give them to the players, is to put it into his front garden and turn it into a fountain, while Andy will probably have his in a corner somewhere and it'll have socks and things hanging off it.I wish they sold mini replicas of them because I would love a mini terracotta warrior Roger. It would be so cute next to the Federbear.
I love Wimbledon. I love that I get to go more than one day this year. Yay! :D
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