"You see two girls, blonde hair, wearing the exact same thing head to toe. If I can’t tell them apart, no way a fan’s going to tell them apart. It just brings, you know, something unique to the game."
Bethanie-Mattek-Sands, making a case for her unique on-court look.
What she really meant:
“If socks right to the knees help fans differentiate between me and other players, then, hell, yes, I’m going to wear some.”
What she definitely didn’t:
“Next year, it’s stockings, one for the left leg, none for the other.”
“It’s like when you go home and your mum does everything for you and you feel comfortable. I felt like this, but with a lot of adrenaline.”
Italian Francesca Schiavone describing her love affair with Court Philippe Chatrier.
What she really meant:
“Whoosh! Comfortable with high-octane rocket fuel. That’s me on court.”
What she definitely didn’t:
“I have to do nothing out there.”
What she said:
“It’s tough. It was an opponent who I had never seen before. Also, I asked many players for information, but got back zero. Nobody knew what this player looked like. So at the beginning of the match, I was a little bit surprised.”
Chinese women’s tennis player,Li Na, talking about her second round opponent, Silvia Soler-Espinosa.
What she really meant:
“Who is Silvia Soler-Espinosa? Tell me, please.”
What she definitely didn’t:
“Silvia Soler-Espinosa? We’re going shopping together after our second-round match.”
Maria Sharapova clarifies that she dreams in her native tongue but thinks mostly in the world’s premier lingua franca.
What she really meant:
“I experience REM in Russian.”
What she definitely didn’t:
“I dream of Leo Tolstoy’s War and Peace.”
They’re better?
They’re faster—sure, at first.
They’re the fresh tennis balls of Babolat.
It’s goodbye, Dunlop. A new sphere dawns.
French balls at the French Open. Did you expect less?
Shouldering a heavy workload at the French Open? All that running and sliding and now this…
A song-and-dance about nothing, you say?
Well, let’s give the musical some lyrics and a tune.
Here’s to ballsy folk at Roland Garros.
This year’s French Open is not about Roger Federer. Was it ever? Except for that little aberration in 2009, with Rafa missing.
It’s centres on that Serbian upstart Novak Djokovic and that muscled monster, Rafael Nadal.
Who’s Roger, indeed?
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Strasbourg 2010 and Amelia Island 2008 were her only clay court trophies of 22 on the WTA Tour.
But not now. With her victory over Samantha Stosur at Rome on Sunday, the Siberian staked her claim to the French Open this year.She stalked her adversaries and crept up on her prey, unsuspecting. Beware—Maria, the huntress, is on the prowl.
Novak Djokovic defeated Rafael Nadal 7-5, 6-4 at the Madrid Masters on May 8, 2011.
Was it expected?
Yes and no.
Yes, because Nole is on an unbeaten streak, second only to McEnroe’s 42 in 1984.
No, because it was in Spain, on clay and against Rafael Nadal.
You think that maybe he’s vulnerable , that maybe, just maybe, the challenge of Djokovic and the younger brigade is too much to push back; it’s just too much pressure to hold on but then along comes clay season, and Rafael Nadal rises to the occasion, undulating effortlessly to the top.
“You can’t touch me here, I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee” is what the Majorcan sings out, scything through the field like a knife through melted butter.
This Sunday, it was the Barcelona Open making it two out of two for the Spaniard on his favourite surface this year.
Once again, it was his compatriot David Ferrer who succumbed to the No. 1’s might.