(or animal magic)
Wimbledon again - although I found it hard to concentrate on anything yesterday (encountered Margarita whilst watching the Germans' luck dump the Turks and she had an effect).
Was trying to think what animal Nadal reminded me of - he certainly prowls and walks the line like some caged animal - was thinking of a lion or tiger - but he showed a sense of humour yesterday which 1) He should do more often and 2) I don't associate with cats.
He's big and has ripply muscles - tigerish ... but the personality - tart. sharp, explosive - but 'naughty-boy going to get away with anything eyes'.
Too intelligent to be Don? Got the power though - and the sense fun.
Anyway - he powered through.
Not so Sharapova. I have to say I am not a great fan of the Russian miss ... too:
if you know what I mean.
(Not distracting from her tennis - she has been good and hope she returns to form - just, well, personality.)
Sadder was Roddick going - but what a dreadful performance - over-tired?
Not quite as old as that one hopes - and back to rut next year!
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Not that this picture gives any indication of the intenseness of the green - the contrasting white of the players and the lines, or the sheer lift knowing summer has at last arrived and all is well with the world.
