you could tell who the pussies are... tsonga/hewitt stopped first, understandable though they just got on court. lopez was whining like a little bytch (surprise), the rest just played on thru it til they were told to stop
apparently the match of the year is going on on court 75
garcia-lopez was down 40-0 triple match point and roger-vasselin serving, won 9 straight points, serving for match , gets broken, then breaks back, down 0-40, comes back to deuce, gives away 3 more break points, and they're still going at it at 9-8 in the 5th anddddddd as i was typing this, GGL wins 10-8 in the 5th! well done, wish i couldve watched that :D
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If Venus’s loss was the emotional high, or low, point of the day, Ernests Gulbis’ win over Tomas Berdych was the peak of excitement and surprise. With a newer, weirder forehand, Gulbis, the head case we’d all given up on, played the match of his career. He hit 30 aces and 62 winners against 33 errors in his three-tiebreaker win. More impressive was the way he handled his nerves in the end. If you hadn’t known who was the higher seed, you might have thought it was Gulbis from the confident way he shrugged off three blown match points and came back to close it out on the fourth.
If you were watching on TV, you also got to see him walk into the BBC interview room immediately afterward, still sweating, and say to the interviewer, “I’m glad I didn’t choke in the end, as usual.” Told a few second later that he should be happy that he’s going to play the winner of two qualifiers next, Gulbis—a man who has been down so long he doesn’t know what it feels like to be up—shrugged and smiled and said, “That’s OK, I’ve already lost to both of them.”
With his explosive shots and slacker charisma, we always knew Ernie could be a player.
Or at least good TV.