Just as kids get all excited and start counting down to Christmas when the town Christmas lights go up, I do the same with Wimbledon when Evian drop the logo onto their labels.
I can’t seem to sit through a game of tennis without someone proposing a round of players girlfriend top trumps. Robin Söderling and Tomas Berdych are usually my winning cards.
Get home, switch TV on, see Fed walk on court, turn phone off.
Andy Murray will never win me over. After years of thinking he was heinously overrated, he’s managed to improved his game so much that he’s now a worthy adversary of the top two, who can play some truly breathtaking tennis. But when that tennis is against Roger Federer, it’s lost on me. He might as well be winning every point with the help of the net cord. Please stop it and go away.
Watching Roger Federer is a quite demeaning exercise as it highlights the knowing that I can’t do anything even half as gracefully as he plays tennis.
R Fed, would you please stop winning all your games in straights sets. By the time I’m up and in front of the tv, the match is over.
I know at times this blog appears to be a one man Roger Federer appreciation society, but this picture really is beautiful. The contrast of the red, white and shadow is so striking, I’d even being posting it if it was of Andy Murray.
With this conversion, which is in reference to the previous, it worries me that we talk about our shared obsession with Roger Federer so casually that we’re completely unaware of how deluded it all is.
I’m about to play a racquet sport for the first time in years. Rustiness isn’t an issue, the fact I have nothing in my wardrobe that will allow me to resemble Roger Federer, is.