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I want the French one to win.

Kenny De Schepper (FRA) vs Alexandre Sidorenko (FRA)

I arrived late, this time with absolutely no excuse. I called Scotstoun in the morning, asking for the Order Of Play, although they didn’t quite believe me when I told them that it was in fact not up on the website. Because you know, I just get kicks out of calling people up and pretending they’ve made a minor error.

So, I knew the start times, I purposely didn’t go out the night before, and I still arrived at 4-4. I was immediately reminded that Sidorenko was the one who looks like a member of some sort of Russian mob. He’ll start with your thumbs.

A few other things I immediately noticed on arrival:

  • It was very, very quiet. Blissfully quiet. The tournament is generally very loud throughout the week because it’s an indoor hall, lots of chumps and line judges shouting at the same time, lots of players screaming out in anger, and the spectators just generally walking and talking as they please. But today, silence.
  • Sharky.
  • There were actually a lot of people there. There were people in the stands who weren’t coaches, other players, or me. Actual normal people from Glasgow who came to watch the tennis. I liked this for about 4 seconds before they began to get on my nerves.

De Schepper broke at 5-5 to take the first set 7-5. Sidorenko woefully mumbled something in French and sat down, looking frightening as ever.

I had a DIE HARD SIDORENKO FAN sitting behind me for this match, who taught me many a thing about my future as a tennis fan. For example, I now know never to shout ‘ALLEZ!’, because as a Scottish person, it sounds fucking ridiculous. Also, it is not necessary to shout ‘OUI!’ if you are trying to convey your delight at a shot. They still understand ‘Yes’, and again, you’re Scottish, so it doesn’t even sound like you’re saying ‘YES!’ anyway. Shush.

I tried really, really hard to find any sort of like, techniques, or something, that they were doing. All I could really come up with or notice was that De Schepper was coming up with a hell of a lot of impressive winners, where as Sidorenko seemed to just wait around for him to make a mistake, usually having to take him to a long rally (something I hadn’t seen much of this week until the final). Both were pretty decent servers, too. I mean, De Schepper is… uh, really tall. His height doesn’t appear to be on the internet anywhere. I wrote on my big girl notepad that I’d like to know what the ace count from both of them was.

And then, something exciting happened.
I spotted Mathieu Rodrigues. For about three seconds, and then he disappeared.
5 games or so later, he still hadn’t resurfaced. I wondered if I was hallucinating low ranked French tennis players again. But voila! He appears with a friend and sits directly in front of me.
I was momentarily distracted at 4-5 due to attempting to read his texts over his shoulder, hoping that they read ‘OMG that girl is here, should I propose now or later?’. I snapped out of it when De Schepper smashed a ball into the net and looked genuinely frightened and confused about it.

De Schepper broke at 5-5 again, thanks to a painfully cruel net cord. One of those ones where the ball ever so slowly rolls over and there’s nothing you can do about it but cry and hope you’re dreaming.
“That’s pish.”, says the crowd.

De Schepper wins 7-5 7-5, raises his arms in victory and walks to the net to shake hands. A photo opportunity that I missed thanks to Rodrigues’ mate’s head.

Ann Widdecombe ran on court and just started giving people teddy bears.

Kenny is feigning appreciation of his rubbish prize rather well. Alexandre, on the other hand, was not impressed. Rodrigues was absolutely adorable at this point, as he kept making De Schepper laugh while he was supposed to be paying attention to the announcer and other important ceremonial things.

Cheer up, Sid.

I stayed for some of the women’s doubles final, simply because Sharky was chumping. Unfortunately, my battery ran out a few games in, and I left shortly after.
A very successful week at the tennis overall. Not so much for the British, but for the French. Good enough for me.

Teodora Mircic, I think.

I hope you have enjoyed my almost tennis related blogs about tennis, I hope to contribute more in the future!
(ahem.. Davis Cup is coming up, just throwing that out there.)

Great Britain F1 Glasgow | Day Two

I one hundred percent think that therapists should send their patients to Futures tournaments. I mean, nothing higher than Futures, since we all know that eventually, tennis causes alcoholism, but Futures… five hours of that today and I’m zen as fuck. Calm as a cucumber.
Might as well enjoy it, since when I return to Queen’s I’ll return to shaking and crying in the practice court bushes any time Roddick approaches the net.

My first match of the day was Mathieu Rodrigues (FRA) vs Kenny De Schepper (FRA). Uhh, I don’t know what’s happened to the French lately, but their names have gotten weird as hell. What ever happened to names like Simon, Monfils, Benneteau, Gasquet? They don’t even look French. The players I mean, their faces. It’s all very confusing. Confusing, and sexy.
I turned round at some point to see Eaton win his match behind me. I wasn’t even aware that he was playing, so I felt guilty and pleased simultaneously. Yet interestingly enough, I don’t think that counts as a guilty pleasure.
One to think about…


Mathieu Rodrigues. Like Verdasco, but much more accessible/corruptible.

Similar to Verdasco, I didn’t have very high hopes for this boy. Originally I did, but when I arrived and he was immediately 0-2 down, I figured today maybe just wasn’t his day. His somewhat less attractive countryman was stealing the show, and I don’t even know how. Because I don’t know much about tennis. I’m not going to lie, the match as a whole just wasn’t very exciting, and if it wasn’t two French players, I probably would have just walked away. Rodrigues became a profanity mumbling, racquet throwing fool and I left halfway through the second set to see Evans.

Also, I don’t mean to sound like a total girl, but I really do want to stress that those photographs do not do his face justice.
He had dark brown eyes the size of MY FISTS.
Anway, back to the tennis…

Evans was clearly too angry to bother giving anyone a match to watch. He powered through this like (…a racoon came into my head. He was much more powerful than a racoon), basically like someone who did not want to have his time wasted by Sablinsky and his mediocre attempts to beat him. I did love the fact that despite being 6-1 3-0 up, he still got all pissy with himself. Even when he’s pleased, he sounds like he’s so happy he has to go kneecap someone.

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Great Britain F1 Glasgow

First of all, can I just say, loved my introduction.
I also love that it is right there in writing that I can write whatever I please, so there will be no apologies if I go off on a tangent.

There is one apology though. No, make that two apologies. Not on my behalf but on that of my college. First of all, they only allowed me to have a good camera out until 4.30pm, which would have allowed me to photograph three matches. It would have, if they gave me a camera that was fully charged.
They did not.
Hope you like the couple of photos I got of Dan Evans (GBR) and Daniel Berta (SWE), then.

I don’t know if this has anything to do with height, but both Dan Evans and Dan Cox remind me of Clement whenever I watch them play. Evans was punchy and hard hitting with an impressively accurate serve, and as much as I don’t want to sound like my nan, he really was a delight to watch. He took the lead right from the start, keeping the match on serve but breezing through his service games, and taking Berta to sometimes painfully long deuce points. Those always seem to happen when you’re waiting to sit down, I’ve found. I’m not saying that Berta was in any way unimpressive, don’t get me wrong. His accuracy was top drawer and I found myself thinking ‘See, Roddick, that’s where the line is. Hit that.’ But unfortunately for Berta, he seemed to get a kick out of sloppiness and the consistencey just wasn’t there. The match belonged to Evans, the angry little pistol that he is, he won it 7-6(2) 6-4.

Things I was distracted by during this match:

  • The hot umpire from Queen’s 2009 standing, sitting, walking, anything, beside and in front of me. We call him ‘Sharky’, because he looks a bit shark-y.
  • Being reminded how horrendously cold Scotstoun is. If you’re thinking of attending, bring layers. And your own teabags for cheap (if not free, depends on who serves you…) tea to warm your hands.
  • How much Rodrigues looks like a cross between Verdasco and Bolelli. But he’s French. Yes, it was as good as it sounds.
  • Evans still looks like somebody who should be hanging out in the local swingpark with a bottle of MD 20/20 with an attitude to match, but gosh darnit I still think he’s great.

Dan Evans


Daniel Berta


My next match was the one I was most excited about. Nicolas Rosenzweig (FRA) vs Ahmed El Menshawy (GBR). Menshawy is currently ranked 1227 (anyone else find this funny?) in the world and is a wildcard into the Glasgow event. Or, was a wildcard I should say, because Rosenzweig annihiliated him. Completely unphased by classes of school children stampeding up and down the stands (mid point, may I add), he was chasing after balls that a lot of players at this level don’t bother their arse with. It reminded me of the way I’ve seen Simon run across the court, must be a French thing. Both players were taking risks left, right and centre, but it was Rosenzweig’s that really paid off. He beat El Menshawy 6-1 6-4, like a boss.

I literally stayed on Court 6 all day. I was meant to venture out to courts 7 and 8, but my bank balance couldn’t justify another £14 on taxis to and from the Stadium. This is a hint to anyone who wants to give me a lift any other day this week. I am 100% okay with getting into a car with a stranger as long as it takes me to the tennis.
So, the last match I managed to catch on Court 6 before I had to retreat back to college, was Chris Eaton (GBR) vs Marc Sieber (GER). It didn’t start very well for Eaton, he was playing like how I imagine a Viennese Whirl would play, if biscuits played tennis. Little bit like a fairy, little bit awkward, little bit like he didn’t want to break anything, such as a sweat, or my concentration on the wall beside him. But I quickly took it back, because a couple of games later he was on much better form. Great support from the crowd, too, even when he was playing like the son Mr Kipling wishes he never had. Just goes to show the good a little bit of Wimbledon glory can do. I missed the end, but he defeated Sieber 6-4 7-6(3).

Tomorrow’s lineup…

Uladzimir IGNATIK (BLR) (1) Vs Baptiste DUPUY (FRA)
Michael RYDERSTEDT (SWE) (3) Vs Robert VARGA (HUN)
Gleb SAKHAROV (FRA) Vs Jamie BAKER (GBR) (6)
Juho PAUKKU (FIN) (7) Vs Chris EATON (GBR)
Daniel EVANS (GBR) (5) Vs Alexander SLABINSKY (GBR)
Nicolas ROSENZWEIG (FRA) Vs Alexandre SIDORENKO (FRA) (2)

I have used top technology of today to highlight the matches that I hope don’t start until roughly 4pm. I definitely want to catch Ignatik, the top seeded player. I also want to see Rodrigues for much shallower reasons. Rosenzweig because, as much as I want to have faith in him, I think it’ll be the last match he plays this week. Evans because I just hate loving him, and love hating him.

For the rest of the results from today, head on over HERE.

I will leave you today with a photograph of Evans looking angry. Evans always looks angry.

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