Five sets; sweat sweat and more sweat dripping off the peak of that cap; a massive forehand here, a crazy fast serve there; that tantalising lift of the shirt when he wipes the sweat from his face; a subtle drop shot and attacking lob (newly refined and gorgeous aspects of his game); a set won, a set lost...
Another epic game at the 2010 French Open.
I want to write more. I want to talk about all the amazing games that happened today. I want to talk about Henin winning and back at Roland Garros for the first time in three years; I want to talk about Nadal thumping another unlucky opponent; Verdasco cruising through and looking pretty damn hot; Safina crashing out and not being at all surprised by it... but I can't because I'm about to drop down I'm so tired. Work all day, a spot of tennis and then a walk around the neighbourhood to spy on the goings on (it's a summer time ritual) and to walk across the golf course deliciously illegally.
I go to sleep with images of Roddick flashing through my dreams. It's his year, Row.
I'll keep you blogged...
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