
PREDICTION: Serena in 2 sets.

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It’s a sorry state of affairs when a presser assumes more importance than a Wimbledon QF featuring the world’s best player being played on Centre Court.
Even sorrier when those contending it are Rafa and Sod. One of the most tantalising rivalries of our age.
But that’s exactly what happened today.
Some time after his defeat today, and some way into the Rafa/Sod QF, details of Fed’s “surly presser” as it’s now known, began to emerge.
Judging by the reaction it garnered on Twitter, you’d almost think he’d begun extolling the virtues of cannibalism. Baby cannibalism.
The effect was as overwhelming as it was immediate. Suddenly, no one cared when Rafa got cheated out of being allowed to replay a point Hawkeye had ruled in Sod’s favour, but one in which he, nonetheless, got a racquet on the ball – a disagreement that saw him get more unhinged than I’ve ever seen.
No one seemed to care Sod almost got his way with….how-you-say….an opportune injury timeout. A situation, Rafa thankfully righted by winning the set.
No siree, it was all about Federer and his newly stated intention to boil babies for a living. Or, you know, this:
Q. How do those physical things affect you the most?
ROGER FEDERER: Well, when you're hurting, it's just a combination of many things. You know, you just don't feel as comfortable. You can't concentrate on each and every point because you do feel the pain sometimes. And, uhm, yeah, then you tend to play differently than the way you want to play.
Under the circumstances I think I played a decent match, you know. But I've been feeling bad for the last two, three matches now. It's just not good and healthy to play under these kind of conditions, you know.
So if there's anything good about this it's I'm gonna get some rest, that's for sure.
Q. Some of these big, flat hitters seem to be having an effect on you. Do you need to alter your game to adjust to that?
ROGER FEDERER: Well, if I'm healthy I can handle those guys, you know. Obviously it's a pity that Del Potro is not around, because I think he would have a run at world No. 1 or a run at another Grand Slam. It's unfortunate for him.
But, you know, he's been playing well, and these guys do play very well. I played these guys 10 times. They're not going to reinvent themselves in a year, you know.
But I'm definitely struggling at the moment. That's a bit disappointing.…
Q. I wonder if you think this might be his [Murray] year, given some of the really threatening players haven't been doing so well this year.
ROGER FEDERER: Yeah, I mean, true, Rafa played terribly lately; Soderling is not a threat either. He's got an easy ride to this victory, that's for sure. Djokovic can't play tennis anymore it seems like.
Got to make your own work, please. Respect the players. Obviously Andy is a fantastic player and he's got all the chances to win here. We all know that.
Let’s deal with the last question first, partly because it provoked the most controversy, partly because it’s the easiest to tackle.
Sarcasm people. As caustic as hell. And yet, it’s evidently still lost on some people. People with the reading age of a 6 year old and the comprehension of a warthog.
People that have no business reading press conference transcripts. And certainly no business professing opinions about them. It’s rather closer to opinionated misinformation at any rate.
You’d think Fed’s appeal to the assembled hacks to “make you own work” and to “respect the players” would have caused the penny to drop.
And drop it did, but it sure took it’s time – and not before making one last bid for immortality by claiming Fed’s snarky remarks were actually a sophisticated ruse – a verbal smokescreen that enables him to say whatever he wants about other players whilst providing him with the very viable, very protective cover of irony.
But what do they know? These are Neanderthal-cum-conspiracy-theorists we’re dealing with. The same people that claimed my cat shot JFK. Which of course he did.
But what of those injuries? There was a less hawkish feeling prevalent throughout the day from what I’d guess you’d call the mainstream – a feeling that this portion of Fed’s presser wasn’t entirely what the situation called for, something they, frankly, found a little disappointing.
I’ve no desire to defend this. I found it a little disappointing too.
The unrelenting, brazen-faced assault TBerd waged today warranted, nay, DEMANDED respect. More respect than a conventional nod to his talent alloyed with a litany of Fed’s own physical complaints.
How many opponents he’s vanquished over the years have played through similar complaints? And perhaps more importantly, how many times has he done so?
It doesn’t seem like him. Nor is it like Venus ("I don't talk about injuries ever").
Like Venus, I subscribe to the school of thought says if you’re fit enough to play, you’re fit enough to lose without mention of injury.
As to his claim of being able to “handle those guys [big hitters]” – there is some truth in that: up to a point, it’s long been my belief that Fed handles pace better than anyone else on tour. Up to a point.
Beyond that threshold, “The Delpo-Sod Barrier”, I don’t believe anyone can. Not in this form. You weather the storm and hope for, pray for it to relent. You don’t try and “handle it” unless you want to get burned.
What’s quite revealing however is within minutes of the “surly presser” he’d talked to the BBC, this time extolling the virtues of TBerd’s play, how he was outplayed by Falla (taking care to emphasise the absence of any physical niggles) and focussing more on what life will be like outside of the top spot.
He had similar unqualified praise for Sod’s win over him in RG.
So maybe it’s not as sinister as it seems after all. After what I witnessed on my twitter feed today, I know there’s an element that will seek to advance it’s cause at any cost.
But we should be able to call him on it. Whether it was the grumpiness that might understandably come from dropping to number three in the world after one of the worst losses of his career, or a simple off-court miscue, Fed had no business going there.
It wasn’t a great day for him either on or off the court – but we’ve no business shooting him down for it. Even though my cat might.
Yesterday the 82nd ranked Lu downed the ARod in five. Today the 82nd ranked Pironkova downed five time champ and world #2 Venus Williams for a place in the semis.
If the numbers really have it, then I’d say the number is 82.
I’m sure I’m the eighty-second-best-in-the-world at something. And I intend spending the rest of the week finding out exactly what. Procrastination probably. Which means I’ll likely never know.
I know I’m meant to say horrible things about V and the remainder of her career and yeah, for someone of her calibre, it was a truly shocking display.
But here’s my difficulty. During the match, constant references were being made to the “fine display of tennis” Pironkova was putting on, without truly emphasising how far off base Venus was.
Pironkova deserves every possible accolade coming to her and likely many others that aren’t. Like Lu yesterday, never once did Tsveta flinch from taking her opportunities, never once did she appear overawed by the enormity of the occasion and never once did she let the aura of either her opponent or Centre Court get in the way.
Now the ugly side of things: 29 UFEs from V (a number only kept that low because of how quickly it was all over) and being taken to break point in every one of her service games in set two.
“I just didn’t get enough balls in today,” said Williams. “I let it spiral and didn’t get any balls in. I had a lot of opportunities, a lot of short balls and I seemed to hit each one out.
“If there was a shot to miss, I think I missed it. … I didn’t bring my best tennis today.”
And now back to the problematic side of things.
After the match was over there was the usual sustained bout of hand wringing over how poorly V played, with some suggesting she might never win another Major again and some even calling for her retirement.
Somewhere amongst the chaotic deluge of Schadenfreude and opinionated misinformation lies a rational sentiment trying to fight it’s way out. So far I haven’t been able to find it.
Venus either played a shockingly poor match which then, like it or not, simply has to have a bearing on your assessment of Pironkova’s very deserved victory.
Or, she simply had a bad day (like many other top seeds at this event) against an unflinching, unwavering up-and-comer who knew the value of taking her chances - in which case we shouldn’t be calling for either her retirement or for her head.
So which is it? You sure as sh*t can’t have it both ways.
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Yet again, the Belgian performance leaves me with many questions, a certain amount of confusion and some concern.
When Kimmie’s on (and to be fair she usually is) she can sweep through the opposition and beat the Williamses back-to-back en route to winning a Slam.
When she’s not (and there’s been a fair few of those moments too), she can fall in a flat 6-0, 6-1 defeat to Petrova and look desperately ineffective against Bepa - both of whom being players she should beat.
I was backing Bepa. I have my reasons (too much talent, not always in control - fan for life).
But if I’m being honest, Bepa simply kept her nerve and went through the motions after dropping the first set. Much in the way Kimmie went through hers against Henin yesterday.
All this leaves us with Serena/Kvitova and Bepa/Pironkova as our Wimbledon semi-finalists for 2010.
If you were the 82nd best bookie in the world you’d have had a pretty decent shot at calling that.
Nole, Berdych and Sod all took the “non-scenic” route through (four, four and five sets resp.).
Fed, Rafa and Muzz, the “no-nonsense” route.
ARod got bogged down somewhere along the M4/M25 interchange, and didn’t get through at all.
Sod hadn’t dropped a set in reaching this point. Today against Ferrer, he dropped TWO.
I’ve long maintained his theoretical prowess on grass – the guys a Kraken on fast, indoor courts: you would expect some of that, at least, to translate to grass. Yet, until today, along with Kolya, he’d not ever been beyond the fourth round here.
All that might be about to change, but if he plays like he did today, I suspect he won’t be around for very long.
Masha’s stay here is at an end after going down to Serena in straights in a match where Williams, funnily enough, didn’t play her best tennis. This, after looking like the #1 player she is since the start of the event.
And with that ends a short-lived experimental shift in allegiance. It’s not often I root against the Williamses – but Masha looked to me to be playing her best tennis since her return from injury, and I thought the underdog could do with the support.
Kimmie/Juju, by contrast, was a horrible let down. I’ve no idea what led to the loss in confidence that was very evident from Juju midway through set two. But it allowed Kimmie back into the match and she eventually sealed the win doing little more than simply going through her very decisive motions. God only knows what would have happened with Serena at the other end.
And what of Bartoli (6-4, 6-4 to Pironkova), CazWoz (6-0 6-2 to Kaia Kanepi) and ARod (five sets to Lu)?
That first round win Kanepi had over Stosur is, now, looking slightly less of an upset, though I find ARod, and indeed Bartoli, the more troubling.
Both, remember, are Wimbledon finalists here, Roddick three times over.
"But through three sets I was playing horrendously, I mean really, really badly. I mean, to the point where I was trying to think of how to put balls in the court," added the American, whose face was partly shaded by a red baseball cap.
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"I didn't get broken for five sets. It wasn't my serve. It wasn't my service games," he snapped.
"It was my returning. That was crap. It was really bad. I haven't been broken since the first set against (Michael) Llodra (in the second round)."
Roddick also had a terse response when asked by a journalist if he was going to be disappointed when he woke up in the morning.
"I'm going to be thrilled. I mean, c'mon. Of course I'm going to be pissed off when I wake up tomorrow. I mean, if you got fired from your job, you probably wouldn't wake up the next day in a great mood," he said.
-- Reuters
If week one’s taught us anything, it’s that no one, not even the top seeds, can always be relied on to pull out a straight sets win. Some would go so far as to say that it’s actually good to detox through these types of matches early on.
But all that relies on the caveat that your form, however wavering, is built upon some semblance of working parts – “crap returning”, unlike, say, a poor first serve percentage, is more like a spanner in the works.
A real shame, it’s not often you can call Roddick for passive shot selection.
Had he had been half as inspired as his opponent was out there today, he might even have put him away in four– he certainly ought to have done so in five.
As should Bartoli – a ragged three set win might not perhaps have been the scenic route through – it would, however, have been infinitely preferable to the pile-up that comes of going down 6-4, 6-4 to a relative journeywoman (do we have those?).
I don’t need to have seen the match to tell you how “crap” that is too.
» Longest match ever played (11 hrs 5 mins)
» Longest set ever played (8 hrs and 11 mins, itself longer than the previous longest match)
» Most games in a set (138)
» Most games in a match (183)
» Most aces served in a match by one player (Isner 112)
» Total aces served in a match (215 - Isner 112 + Mahut 103)
It will never be repeated again. Should it?
Andy Roddick bought and hand delivered a bucket of Italian food to John Isner last night.
I’m hoping a bunch of French players buckled down and did something similar for Mahut.
With their World Cup dream in tatters and their squad, by the sounds of it, in shambles, I’d say France could do with a hero right now. And they could do a lot worse than Nicolas Mahut,
I was backing Mahut if that’s not already obvious. Nothing against Izzy but I felt the height advantage and that of serving first meant the numbers were stacked against Nico from the get-go. Whenever that was.
I suspect only tennis nerds knew this match was even happening when it started out on court 18 a couple of days ago.
By the close of play yesterday, even Izzy’s fumes were running on fumes.
2 days, 11 hours and 16,000 calories later we have a result.
To those that say “it’s just not cricket”, or even tennis, for that matter, I say you’re absolutely right.
You may or may not believe in mandatory tie-breaks at 30 or even 50 all, but what we saw over the last couple of days transcends not just tennis, but sport itself.
Was there some bravado, just a little bit of machismo at play out there during the match do you think? Taking some pride in it’s length and perhaps wanting it continue? Probably.
Not that I care very much.
There really are no words to describe the mental resolve that sees you come out and hold serve 70 times.
And even less to describe the unadulterated guts that sees you play catch up 68 times.
At the conclusion of every game a deliciously poker-faced Mohammed Lahyani would read out the farcical scoreline. Never once did he lose control. Never once did it ever seem any less surreal. Like some Summer School workshop in Absurdist Humour.
What was perhaps more astonishing was that by the end of it, it was known as much for it’s shotmaking and net play as it was for those big serves.
You know your sport has broken new ground when it makes the main headlines, second only to England winning their crucial World Cup match.
Right in the thick of it yesterday, the soothing voice of Sue Barker could be heard assuring us that our “regular TV schedule would be restored at the conclusion of this match” (Good luck with that).
I couldn’t snap out of it. I didn’t snap out of it, choosing, or perhaps being chosen to, remain transfixed by this bizarre vision of tennis purgatory.
But normal service is indeed, now, being restored.
Whilst ‘Mahisner’ were thrashing it out on court 18, AbFab came through a five setter of his own next door on court 17.
The eyebrows still have it.
Now who or what will frame their fearful symmetry?
The match that broke Wimbledon’s online scoreboard. No really (it still thinks it’s 8 all in the fourth)
The match that gave me a new found respect for Mohammed Lahyani’s sore bottom. No. Er. That came out wrong.
When they said “30 all” it wasn’t points they were referring to, and when they said “40 all” it wasn’t deuce.
When Federer went down a set on Centre Court it didn’t seem to register.
When Dent served at 148mph - the fastest serve in Wimbledon history against Djokovic on Court 1, no one seemed to care.
I’ll stop talking in italics now, because I know how annoying I find it when others do. And because it looks like I’m whispering. Which I’m not.
I took a break from proceedings at 51-51 (sue me), and went out to watch the cricket at my local club. A civilised sport with designated start and end times.
On my way back I talked tennis with a complete stranger in the street. I told him it was 51 all in the fifth. He punched me in the face. Before calling the police.
Mahut had completed a 24-22 win over Alex Bogdanovic in qualifying and another five setter in the main draw just to reach this point. Yet still somehow managed to look the fresher of the two.
Both superhuman and inhumane in it’s endurance, or one HELL of a poker face.
He was also serving second and thus playing catch up for the entire set, yet still managed to ratchet up only four less aces than his taller opponent despite not possessing half his serve.
Mahut: He's [Isner] just a champ....crowd are amazing...."
Isner: “Nothing like this will happen again. Ever”
Djokovic: Maybe they should have agreed to play a tie-break at 50-all!"
Federer: "I love this! I don't know if I was crying or laughing. It was too much."
-- BBC
As heroic as it all was, should it really have gone on so long?
There were those suggesting it wouldn’t have gone on for half, quarter, or even an eighth of the time it did had a Naderer or even a Muzzard or Djoko been on the other side of the net.
Heroic Endurance or simply a haemorrhaging break point conversion rate?
Next time can we flip a coin or something?
Surprisingly little of note happened on day two, what with the top seeds actually behaving like top seeds.
Djokovic d. Rochus 4-6 6-2 3-6 6-4 6-2
-- This one finished too late for it to get a mention from me yesterday.
When the last ball was struck a few minutes shy of the official 11pm cut-off last night in a match that was officially the latest finish ever in Wimbledon history, Djoko simply went over to the net and shook hands.
That’s right. Not sinking to his knees, not kissing the floor. Not even hugging his opponent in that way he’s so fond of.
Ok so there was some of that.
But I like the heart Djoko showed to see this one through. The tennis wasn’t always to write home about, but he squeezed out every last drop of adrenaline and sweat to get the win – not that different actually to what Fed had had to endure several hours earlier.
Big props to the little man by the way – who’s surely, now, earnt the right to stop being called “the little man”.
The reason for the 11pm watershed? Local authority planning permission.
How very British.
Someone somewhere must have decided that we didn’t want to be disturbing the neighbours of sleepy SW19 with our late night finishes and Vuvuzela-less revelling.
Except sleepy suburbia this ain’t. And if anything, it’s the tennis fangirly grannies that are doing most of the after hours revelling.
Kanepi d. Stosur 6-4 6-4
-- Certainly the WTF result of the day. Perhaps even the biggest upset of the tournament so far, though surprisingly underreported in terms of it’s significance.
I didn’t see the match and Kanepi’s no slouch ; still, with the form she’d been in and everything we’ve been hearing of her all-court prowess, you’d expect her to get through.
-- Was the fact that he’s contemplating retirement or James Blake’s bust up with Pam Shriver the bigger story?
On the day Portugal trounced poor old North Korea 7-0, it finally seemed some semblance of normality was being restored to Sport.
Since Germany missed that penalty and the seed massacre in the grass court tune ups, my rallying cry for Wimbledon had been ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.
The sh*t that went down in the Opening Match of Wimbledon on Centre Court wasn’t just “anything”. And it almost turned out to be everything.
For around two and a half sets Falla (pronounced ‘Fire’) was indeed on Fire.
I switched on just before the halfway mark and have a vague recollection of Fed running down balls he was never destined to reach and Falla, a man by all accounts possessed, stepping up early to nearly every ball, before winding up and ripping a winner any which way but loose.
We’ve seen a lot of that over this past year.
But from a journeyman in the first round of Wimbledon?
Fed would spend most of the first two sets on the back foot and some of it on the floor.
When Falla went up two sets and a break, the mother of all upsets seemed all but inevitable – one that would eclipse even SoderPop’s RG win over Rafa last year.
There was a feeling that Fed came out playing “too defensively”, or as others would put it “playing clay court tennis”.
There might be some truth in that. I only know that when someone flattens out and drives through the ball fearlessly and deeply, rarely missing the lines, they drive the course of the match. Not the other way round.
It couldn’t last. Well actually it could. And if Falla had served it out at 5-4 up in the fourth it would have been a very different story. Instead he choked. I’m assuming it’s ok to use that word now.
When Federer did make an impression on the match, it was to be decisive. There was no looking back. No need, even, to “fight Falla with fire”, handing him, instead, a slightly anti-climactic final set bagel.
“I got very lucky today out there. I’ve lost many matches this year I should have won, this is one I should have lost but I came through. Sometimes that’s how grass court tennis works. Its a tough loss for him. It’s amazing for me because he played incredible.”
-- BBC
Indeed.
I’m still not completely sure what to make of this.
It could be taken to suggest that Fed is indeed vulnerable nowadays, as his recent results suggest – results that now encroach even upon the Slams.
It could also be exactly the kind of tune up he needed. The rudest of awakenings, only surpassed by him having gone out. That would, quite simply, have been ruder still.
I only know that I’m not counting Bozoljac out quite yet.
Anything can happen. And sometimes everything does.
(Photos: Getty)