There’ll be no further reposting of what I’ll only gingerly be referring to as “the video”.
We’ve all seen the video – correction, we’ve all experienced, the video.
You don’t need me to do another “me too” post about it.
Though the following must be gotten off my chest.
A collection of my choicest reactions over the last 15 hours.
- “Oh Rafa – What will your mother say!?”
- “What will Xisca say!?”
- “You did ask her?”
- “$$$***$$#####”
- “Your ingénue appeal is forever lost.”
- “No wonder your knee hurts!”
All I need now is for Murray to do a cover of “You can call me Al” (in the role played by Paul Simon of course), and my life will be complete.
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Speaking of my life being complete – as of yet it’s only half way there.
Headbanger came through in straights against Melzer who’s yet to form any meaningful impression on me.
Djoko’s just put out Baggy – to which I say pesh-tosh.
It also means I’ll be firmly ensconced in Camp Headbang tomorrow.
You might think it strange for me to be rooting against Djoko, but rest assured I have his best interests at heart.
A win for him here will benefit precisely no one.
Not him, and certainly not tennis.
The way I figure it, he might get a little too complacent, maybe a little too content with winning the odd 500 event now and again, when he should be pitching his tent at the Masters and Slams. At least that’s what I thought the agenda was.
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