The good thing about Rolland Garros is that Wimbledon is just around the corner. New hopes, great expectations and Roger Federer.
Catching this man's genius will always be will-o'-the-wisp and I continue to find a foothold to make myself believe that he is to win more grand slams and that he can't get over, just yet. Victories and defeats shall always come knotted, but if there is euphoria in victories, there is grace in Roger's defeats.
When I hear people denouncing him, nit-picking him and writing him off because he faltered in the Final of a grand slam, I see how Irish people can be. But then, that's how it is. The crowd was never intelligent; it was always fickle, always brooding and seldom radical or receptive. This is the same crowd that goes bonkers over a movie as stupid as Dabangg or a number as frivolous as Sheila. They are ludicrous enough to foresee a baba as the Prime Minister of the country (that would be like retrograde motion), a country still trapped in superstitions and which still believes that the position of your stars ascertains your destiny. They'll eschew lauding the efforts of a man turning 30, playing for more than a decade, in a sport that tests your stamina and physical strength to the hilt; they're blind to acknowledging the spirit of a champion who's still far from over. Rome or India, Shakespeare was right about the fickle minded mob.
But I am sure Roger understands that life was never about convincing people; life is too short for that. And then, Wimbledon is just around the corner...
Innuendos:
What would you call the Royal Box at the French Open? VIP Frenchie!
Who has the best job on a tennis court? Maria Sharapova's physio. Ouch!
Who is hotter than Maria Sharapova? Maria Francisca Perello.
Then why don't you want to be her physio? Sigh! She does not play. She is Nadal's cupcake.
Who is better than Li Na, winner of women's title? V.S. Naipaul. He thinks no woman is his equal. Prick!
Catching this man's genius will always be will-o'-the-wisp and I continue to find a foothold to make myself believe that he is to win more grand slams and that he can't get over, just yet. Victories and defeats shall always come knotted, but if there is euphoria in victories, there is grace in Roger's defeats.
When I hear people denouncing him, nit-picking him and writing him off because he faltered in the Final of a grand slam, I see how Irish people can be. But then, that's how it is. The crowd was never intelligent; it was always fickle, always brooding and seldom radical or receptive. This is the same crowd that goes bonkers over a movie as stupid as Dabangg or a number as frivolous as Sheila. They are ludicrous enough to foresee a baba as the Prime Minister of the country (that would be like retrograde motion), a country still trapped in superstitions and which still believes that the position of your stars ascertains your destiny. They'll eschew lauding the efforts of a man turning 30, playing for more than a decade, in a sport that tests your stamina and physical strength to the hilt; they're blind to acknowledging the spirit of a champion who's still far from over. Rome or India, Shakespeare was right about the fickle minded mob.
But I am sure Roger understands that life was never about convincing people; life is too short for that. And then, Wimbledon is just around the corner...
Innuendos:
What would you call the Royal Box at the French Open? VIP Frenchie!
Who has the best job on a tennis court? Maria Sharapova's physio. Ouch!
Who is hotter than Maria Sharapova? Maria Francisca Perello.
Then why don't you want to be her physio? Sigh! She does not play. She is Nadal's cupcake.
Who is better than Li Na, winner of women's title? V.S. Naipaul. He thinks no woman is his equal. Prick!
1 comment(s):
Feddy plays intelligent tennis!
And yea..
Wimbeldon's round the corner.
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