Andy was getting a bit discombobulated and me and the girl I was sat next to now became disturbingly fixated on Andy grabbing his bits.
Some annoying American kept yelling out “C’mon Andy – Pick it UP Buddy” which earned him a MASSIVE evil glare and a mutter from Andy along the lines of “you come down here and try it then…. BUDDY”
A lot of Andy bias – partly because no-one (apart from the ump) seems to know how to pronounce Tipsarevic!!!
By now I was all for yelling for Tipsy – although I really hoped for a shot of the torso and the tats… and just was treated to Roddick changing his shirt… and y’know… the fiddling… eugggh!
In the fourth – it was so tense… there were raindrops in the air, it was dark, and cold, and Andy got himself royally riled by someone – either in the reserved seating or just around that area – something about someone motioning to him, that they should know better than that and a lot of “yeah I’m talkin’ to you”… seriously honey – Bobby De Niro you ain’t
Andy missed his chance at 6-5 I think and Tipsy clawed it back to a TB … and oh my god that was awesome…
Andy was just complaining at everything and anything now… the netcord, the towel, the crowd, the weather… chuntering and groping all the way … oh and the girl next to me FINALLY got a shot of him in mid-fiddle. There is a pharmacy just by the food village – seriously – Nadal and Roddick really need to pay a visit!
Andy didn’t wait for Tipsy – I think he actually said he was going and Tipsy seemed to be ok with it… but y’know… bad form.
And that was that – it was freezing by now… beginning to rain and even if they were gonna put a Mixed on, it was getting pretty dark – so off we went…
Complementary tickets on Monday and going to try for Centre for tomorrow now…
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