Thursday, June 2, 2011
Roland Garros 2011: Men's Semifinals Preview
Monday, May 30, 2011
Roland Garros 2011: Men's Quarterfinals Preview

Saturday, January 1, 2011
Best (Men's) Tennis Matches of 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Serbia Wins Davis Cup, Makes History

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Serbia's team captain Bogdan Obradovic and members Nenad Zimonjic, Novak Djokovic, Janko Tipsarevic and Viktor Troicki (L-R) raise up the Davis Cup trophy in Belgrade December 5, 2010.
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Relative to other tennis powerhouses, Serbian tennis remains underfunded. Still, the nation just won its first Davis Cup on the strings of unheralded Viktor Troicki.
It can thank Guy Forget, the coach of France's team, for a bit assist. Not that I didn't think Michael Llodra wouldn't make an intriguing choice in the final rubber. But his 30-year-old body didn't recover from yesterday's doubles marathon, and that was clear from the first point.
As someone tweeted, this tie was ultimately decided in the locker room this morning.
Amélie Mauresmo was not pleased.

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But make no mistake. Troicki earned his nation's victory with remarkable returns of serve, and viciously dipping passing shots that simply defied logic.

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He got the chance to secure victory on the strength of Novak Djokovic's play against Gael Monfils in the day's first match. (Monfils needs to rein in himself. He has zero on-court discipline. And I mean zero.)

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In the end, it was too easy. I had hoped for a more competitive final match of 2010, and perhaps with Gilles Simon, a counterpuncher who fights to the finish, the match may have featured a more compelling scoreline even if the result remained the same.
We'll never know.
What we do know is that Serbia becomes the 13th nation to win the Davis Cup and only the second in history to prevail in its final debut. Interestingly, Croatia was the first back in 2005.
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Serbian President Boris Tadic gestures.

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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Paris: About time too.
So it’s like this. Paree and me? We go waaaayyyyy back. But it’s also what they call “complicated”.
The top players (those that have qualified for WTF in particular) haven’t always shown up. Those that have are almost always too banged up to care.
The venue is a study in criminally bland interiors - the outside courts look like something they’ve annexed from the local primary school – the main court is certainly big, yet still lacks the spunk expected of (what to most is) a season ending event, occupying instead a no-man’s-land of confused obsolescence: too cluttered to be minimalist yet too vacant to have anything like an atmosphere.
Is it any wonder the stands are barely filled until well into round three (and even then it’s only for marquee matches)?
The trouble is, it’s also the place Marat won three of his five Masters titles and the site of Daveed Nalbandian’s little late season surge of 07 – ideologically speaking, I have a hard time even feigning indifference to any of that.
Then there’s the crowd…its one thing seeing an outside court full of empty people, but that’s not half as jarring as those that eventually do turn up: French fans that don’t boo and hiss and poke and leer and….flap(?) Or is that just for RG?
Like I said. Complicated.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. What took you so long?
You might expect me to be jumping clean out of my boxer shorts over this one, and I am, except….it should have happened one whole year ago.
With it being Paree, and with the show both Llodra and Monfils had put on for the better part of the week, there was a certain tricoloured electricity in the air – and, consequently, much of the pre-final commentary had centred along the lines of…. “Has Gael come of age?” …. “Will Sod be affected by the Parisian crowd?” … “Has Rasheed finally pushed the right buttons?”.
I see no problem with any of that. Trouble is, it diverted attention from that bloated, frisky, Scandinavian elephant on the other side of the room: that it’s more than just a little anomalous for a guy with GS wins over the best two players of the past decade (one of which arguably ranks as the greatest sporting upset of recent years) not to have won a single Masters event – not even on a fast indoor court.
So when Sod finally put paid to Gael’s last (and obviously doomed) attempts at treating the rising damp of French melancholy, it was all a little ‘are you not done yet?’ (and not just because the final was such a blowout).
The greater and more obvious moral victory was against Mika in the semis who despite having spawned a blister and very evidently tiring in the final set, remained, for me, the better player out there for most of the match week.
So when Amelie, Fabrice, Guy, Julien and, quite possibly, the spirit of de Gaulle all showed up courtside at the same time – for the briefest of moments, it really did seem the week was destined to end on that flavoursome, tricoloured note.
A lesser player (or a pre 2009 Sod for that matter), effectively being prevented from playing their best tennis, would have crumpled in a self-effacing heap of hopeless obsolescence .
And yet, the truth is no one, not even Napoleon himself, could have enabled Gael to beat Sod on a court as fast as this.
Swedes win on fast indoor courts. That’s just the natural order of things dear boy. Why should it matter in 2010 that he’s (clearly) not cut from the same cloth as Edberg or Wilander?
Robin’s groundies on the fastest court we’ve seen this season? Well that’s just a marriage made in heaven.
We hold these truths to be self evident because…well, mainly because Robin’s oppressive groundies say they are – truths that should, in any case, by now have been drummed into us by the violence of his, otherwise well-meaning, forehand – a forehand only a mother (and a certain doting tennis blogger) could love.
Expecting him to S+V or otherwise cavort with the net the way Edberg did is like attending a Burlesque show and complaining about the overdressed, hammy actors.
And with that, Sod – sorry Söd – usurps Muzz as the #4 ranked player in the world. With less than 300 points between him and Djoko and virtually no points to defend in Melbourne (both have 400 points to defend at WTF) , the future’s looking very bright indeed.
It’s a career milestone….and yet it’s also just another box to be ticked along the way to bigger and better things. He’d completed all the the other rites of passage and, if you ask me, reaching two Slam finals in the manner he did has got to be worth a Masters title alone.
Do I think he needed to win a Masters title before a Slam, something of a diktat amongst tennis’s chattering classes? ‘fraid not – if anything, he seems more akin to Delpo in the way he simply ‘arrives’, should he decide to play well enough to win a Slam or any other event.
This one was long overdue….and it’s only the beginning.
In yer MonFACE
So sad Gaël. Here, have a Germanic umlaut for your pain.
Decriers will, of course (correctly) point to that poor excuse for a final – and yet, did any one of us believe they’d live to see the day Gael pulled the plug on that tired, poorly-choreographed stuntman act that riles me, and countless others, so very much?
No amateur dramatics, no Car-Crash TV – in fact, no broken glass of any kind.
It meant he was able to go through three top ten players (and score his first win over Fed) in the same week – don’t be surprised not to see that again for a very long time.
There was always a very real danger that, having delivered such an extraordinary performance piece, Gael would ‘revert to type’ in the final – no surprises there then. Only, playing brain-dead passive tennis (which there was plenty of), is, this time, only in part responsible.
“Since the beginning of the tournament I’ve been really using up my reserves physically and mentally,” said Monfils, who also beat Andy Murray and Fernando Verdasco in earlier rounds. “It’s the whole week that made me tired.
“Today I wasn’t able to find the extra stamina that I would have needed to be more competitive. … It’s the first time I’ve been beating three top-10 players in the same tournament.”
Dya know, I actually believe the man?
Gael’s not accustomed to the kind of mental/physical demands that such a restrained, patient and focussed passage of successful play at the highest of levels inevitably brings – his character’s usually killed off early on the second act and so has never been part of such a structured narrative, certainly not in such a prominent role.
Should it surprise us he wasn’t able to cope? He wouldn’t be the first player to default to more comfy territory under pressure.
Except the trouble with reverting to type ‘A’ Gael is that it’s the exact ideological opposite of what you’d normally do in such circumstances: when you’re running so low on fuel, the sensible, considered goto-play is to serve big and to shorten points – arguably what got him there in the first place.
But then nothing Gael ever did was either ‘sensible’ or ‘considered’.
If it were up to me, this entire post would be dedicated to Michael Llodra – my player of the week.
Having him win this event would have been exactly the kind of madcap, kooky yet-strangely-appropriate result this tournament’s become known for.
For what I hope are very obvious reasons I wasn’t rooting for him…..and yet as I sat there watching him arabesque from one end of the court to the other, it was impossible not to be utterly entranced.
A curious, throbbing, elemental mix of idiosyncratic French flair and Moulin Rouge.
There’ve been all the usual pitiful, nostalgic comparisons to the idealised age that never-was – and yet what’s made this little window into 1996 possible has been the choice of surface – the fastest we’ve seen anywhere all season.
Of course it has its drawbacks – there was a reason they slowed down both the grass and the balls at Wimbledon. All the same, I’m thinking it’s pretty obvious the pendulum’s swung too far the other way when one, admittedly superfast, event upends some of the best players of this generation.
I’m also thinking it’s a small price to pay for a slightly different look to the type of tennis we get on one awful, anodyne medium-pace, blue hard court after another.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Soderling Wins First Masters Title

Swedish Robin Söderling holds his trophy after winning the Paris masters 1000 ATP tournament final on November 14, 2010 at the Paris Bercy in Paris.
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Still haven't watched a lick of tennis. So much farming to catch up on before the ground freezes and I'm a farmhand short to boot.
I wish I had caught the Gael Monfils - Roger Federer semifinal. That scoreline was loaded.
I see The Sod beat a pair of homeboys back-to-back to take the title, not to mention the one he ousted in his first match. Can you say Frenchmen killer?
A nice penultimate year-end finish for the Big Swede. Let's see if he's got any energy left for London. Surely his confidence will be sky-high.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
US OPEN 2010: Men's Quarterfinals Preview
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
USO: Save it for the judge. Or something.
Much as I’m in favour of this sort of thing (and much as it makes the poor sod on the other side of the net LOATHE you), this is akin to a stand up comic using up all his best gags in a teaser. It also has something of the Christians and the lions about it.
A little more quotidian, not to mention a little more restraint, if you please.
Meanwhile, a little more abandon and far more belligerence from Sod would go down nicely too.
Five sets in a first round match against a guy making his first appearance at a Slam?
Oh I’m sure Haider-Maurer played the match of his career. It’s also true that, since Wimby, Sod’s developed a most worrying tendency to storm through the early parts of a match before allowing his inner, more flatulent self to lose control of the ship.
Early on yesterday I casually surmised that if any one of Ivanovic, Stosur, LaMonf and Reeshie were to lose their opening round matches, we shouldn’t, in fact, consider it an upset however upsetting it might personally be.
All survived. Reeshie and Ana easily, LaMonf and Stosur less convincingly.
Quite what this demonstrates – other than that I’m shit at making anti-predictions – I don’t claim to understand. Though the take out as far as Stosur’s concerned appears to be that she should be closing these matches out with significantly less pain.
Ana appeared to be striking the ball well though one competent win against a dithering opponent does not a comeback make. Zheng next.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
“Sorry”, no apology necessary.
Falla d. Monfils 6-3 6-4
Really?
Someone obviously forgot to ‘CC’ Gael in: Losing to Falla no longer merits an apology.
Friday, August 13, 2010
“When in hole stop digging – when thy shoulder is bust, stop frakkin diving”.
Always good to see the big boys get their acts together and chalk up straight sets wins without mention of conditions, the officials or bad breath.
Oh I love to see them writhe around in early-round agony and witness the odd bid-for-freedom from the latest up-and-comer as much as anyone. But the simple truth is the tournament is a better place for their presence.
A truth almost universally acknowledged.
Oh wait…
Murray d. Monfils 6-2, 0-6, 6-3
I only caught the last set of this hot, sticky mess (was busy watching Masha making crispy pancakes of Aga’s 2nd serve further underlining why Aga will/should only ever be a lowly top tenner – also further underlining why I believe Masha has “arrived”).
I’ve yet to understand what exactly went wrong with Muzz in set two. In the interview I saw, Muzz was about as forthcoming as a toothpick.
Was Muzzard’s guard down? Or did LaMonf begin unloading in the way we know only he can-but-chooses-not-to?
"I wanted to improve certain things, and I think that I did," [Murray]said. "But I shouldn't have allowed myself to get distracted by my opponent in the second set. He's fun to watch but it's difficult to concentrate sometimes against him. But the good thing about tennis is you can regroup and come back – and that's what I did."
-- The Guardian
Exhibit A: Class Clown.
Exhbit B: The sound of your career being flushed down the toilet.
Comical if it weren’t, for Monfils’s sake, so tragic.
I don’t care. There’s a reason I make a point of not watching what should be the game’s best shotmakers making a fool of themselves behind the baseline. There’s also a reason I’ve, all but, given up on Monfils.
To those that missed it – first spend ten mins counting yourselves lucky - LaMonf received treatment on a shoulder he injured diving for a ball I’d guess he was never destined to make. Only to dive on the very same shoulder minutes later in pursuit of another ball he was never destined to make.
I only wonder how much more of this Roger Rasheed can take.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
“Everybody was Kung-Fu FIghting”
My fondness for the tennis on offer in July lies only marginally above my fondness for Steven Segal movies and considerably lower than Andy Roddick’s fondness for clay. Which probably means I should be making more of an effort.
Point taken.
» France d. Spain 5-0
Love it or loath it, Davis Cup has an indisputable knack for bringing the best from talent that should, but doesn’t always quite, cut it at tour level - preferably at home, preferably coming back from a set down and preferably in front of hundreds of face-painted hopefuls wielding breadstick-balloons.
Conspire to arrange all of that, and you’ll find them transformed into something altogether more formidable.
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Whenever I talk about La Monf, I end up lamenting how his remarkable shotmaking ability is only outdone by his very French insistence on squandering his talent and life away behind the baseline playing, what amounts to, clay-court tennis.
He was joined by Llodra, Bennetau and a Gilles Simon on the comeback from injury. No shortage of talent, but hardly a bastion of dependability.
And yet Spain somehow came away without a single rubber to their name - not even a dead one – and quite possibly scarred for life.
LaMonf’s shotmaking sticks out. Dasco going down in four to Llodra sticks out. As does Simons straight sets win over Almagro.
As, indeed, does Bandian’s electrifying performance against Russia over in Moscow.
Very romantic.
But it’s a familiar old Davis Cup “picture of imperfection”, is it not?
You need talent to succeed at DC, which is after all a tennis tournament like any other. But you feel it’s precisely this grizzled, vulnerable, intensely patriotic and, dare I say it, French sort of talent that’s so perfectly attuned to doing well here.
Nadal and Federer may leave us in awe, but they ain’t got nothing on that.
Argentina d. Russia 3-2
Serbia d. Croatia 4-1
Czech Rep. d. Chile 4-1
» World Cup: Spain d. Netherlands 1-0
After winning the Channel Slam and securing the #1 ranking until, quite probably, the end of the year, do we really want to see Rafa playing DC?
Or do we want to see the dork dressed like this:
I wasn’t the only one to predict he’d do this:
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My Precioussss……
Alright. I’ll admit it wasn’t the most cleanly contested final Holland have ever played. It certainly wasn’t “Total Football”, unless that is you’re thinking of “totalling” the opposition.
What’s a little axe-kick amongst overpaid footballing superstars anyway?
Point is, they had to come through Denmark, Cameroon and favourites Brazil to reach this point. And it’s not their fault they only had to play competent football to get there.
Which brings me to my other point.
Now that it’s all over, can we agree that, with the exception of Germany and Spain, how uniformly shite the top teams and, in particular, their top players were?
Ronaldo, Rooney, Messi and a raft of other top talent all underwhelmed.
Germany began the event by missing a penalty, which happens to be about as frequent an occurrence as Federer going out in the first week of a Slam.
None of the favourites seemed willing or able to produce anything more daring than draw after draw.
Argentina went down Germany 4-0. No shame in going down to the Germans, but that score-line, really?
France? Let’s not even go there. Oh ok then.
And the defending champions went out to Slovakia. A competent enough side but still, no comment.
If I wanted to argue asterisks, I’d say Germany had the tougher route through and were a better team, qualitatively, than Holland. There’s that word again.
In the end, however, the #2 ranked team hoisted the trophy having had to go through powerhouses Portugal, Germany and a Dutch side where “everybody was kung-fu fighting”.
The best team won.