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hot under the collar

It could just be the weather but yesterday’s Federer – Nalbandian match was a bit like watching a soft porn movie…

First, rugged looking Argentinian Nalbandian gets a groin injury which calls for a reassuring looking physio in shorts to do a bit of gentle but firm thigh massaging. The camera zoomed closer and closer and higher and higher – it must have been quite something in HD.

Then as play resumes there’s McEnroe’s lazy American voiceover wondering “how that groin’s feeling now.”

Next Federer changes his top. Slowly.  Cut back to more physio on South American tennis player action…

(Actually when Nadal took off his top after his match – standing around topless for a while and packing away his kit before he put on a new one – it seemed a deliberate attempt to draw attention from Muller leaving the court. But – me being a fan of Federer and not Rafa – I took Roger’s top switching as timely moment to freshen up and in no way an attempt to steal the focus back from his injured opponent…)


They think it’s all over…

.it Isner!

Really sad I missed Isner and Mahut’s match yesterday. I so wanted to see them again after last year’s epic. Lynne Truss claims that it’s the “emotional repression on display that attracts the female heart,” that us women can’t help doing the feeling in cases of gladiatorial stoicism.  Perhaps she’s right  – I, for one, was enthralled by every minute gesture and, although I’d been rooting for Isner, was almost in tears when Mahut didn’t win.

It was the same kind of feeling when I was inexplicably invited to watch the Cambridge University bumps last weekend.  I could feel the adrenaline flowing and a lump in my throat when the starting gun went. And there’s a really satisfying aesthetic and other worldly quality about people who are so focused on doing something well.

Anyway, couldn’t watch Isner and Mahut because we were meeting builders at our new house. Well, still no contracts exchanged and the sellers have slowed up but fingers crossed, please, please etc!

It’s the weird limbo thing of not getting too excited in case it doesn’t go through while simultaneously planning what needs to be done.

They say it’s one of the most stressful life events, moving home. In that case I’m justified in taking the afternoon off for another dose of emotional repression, right?