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Not into this

July 20, 2019 by 0 Comments

Last night I had an argument with my Skype student. I really hate having arguments with anybody, especially people who are my customers, but sometimes these things just happen. I’d suggested an article to read; it was about climate change and the lifestyle changes that five climate change scientists had personally made. “Could we do something else? I’m not into climate change.” What does that mean? I was more bothered about the philosophical problem with his statement than the fact that he (an intelligent man roughly ten years younger than me) appeared not to give a shit. Being into climate change (or not), in the same way that you might say you’re into football or not into Game of Thrones, simply makes no sense. Globally, the last five calendar years were the five hottest years on record. Climate change is a basic fact, like rain or death or needing to poo.

I suppose I have been more interested in environmental issues since I moved to Romania, which is a fairly immature consumer society. Watching Romanians consume reminds me of the eighties boom, with added smartphones. People here are caught up in an ever-escalating arms race: no matter what they do and have, they’re trying to catch up to someone else who does and has more. Just yesterday I spoke to a woman who had just spent £600 on her son’s fifth birthday party, and admitted that they spent all that money just so that her son wouldn’t feel deprived compared to others in his kindergarten group. None of my birthday parties (I don’t think we even called them parties) would have cost more than a tenner. Seriously. If routine £600 birthday parties for five-year-olds is where we’re at, in Romania of all places, no wonder we’re fucked.

My interest has also been piqued because, partly by accident, I no longer live a consumerist lifestyle. On the rare occasions I visit the mall (which, since its latest revamp, looks like an airport terminal on the inside), I happily walk past all the clothes shops, and pick up the few ink cartridges and pieces of stationery and basic food items I need. I’m out of there as fast as possible. I don’t drive. This is also by accident (where I live, there’s nowhere I can easily keep a car). This year I won’t be taking any planes, unless I decide to spend Christmas in the UK. Once again, this is by accident – if Dad hadn’t had his cancer operation, I’d have flown there in June. But it’s not all by accident. Even though I’m not shopping and consuming like most other people, I never for one moment think I’m missing out.

One thing I still do is eat meat. I now realise (for the first time) I could do without that too, at least over the summer months, because the locally-grown fruit and vegetables here are so tasty.

I’m trying to sort out a trip to Montenegro by train (no plane!) in mid-to-late August. I’ll write more about that in my next post.

So many people have described the Djokovic–Federer Wimbledon final in such glowing terms that I wonder if they saw the same match I did. Or Mum did – she sat up all night to watch it, and said it was bloody awful. I wouldn’t go anything like that far, but I’d say that to qualify as a proper classic, both players need to play at a sustained high level. That didn’t happen on Sunday. Where the match did massively succeed, however, was in the drama stakes. I read a piece that talked about the “excitement index” (EI), an objective measure of how exciting a match is, based on the average importance of each point in the match (not all points are created equal). The EI for the final was 7.5%, the highest ever for a men’s grand slam final, which meant that the difference between winning and losing each point had an average impact of 7.5% on each player’s chances of winning the match. Intuitively, given that over 400 points were played in the match, that’s a huge number. It was boosted by the tie-breaks (which are always high-volatility) and also the craziness that went on as the final set stretched beyond 6-6, particularly the two successive breaks from 7-7 to 8-8, and that knife-edge game at 11-11 when Federer held break points.

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Babysitter

July 18, 2019 by 0 Comments

Wimbledon is over. Yippee!

Yesterday was a difficult day because I had five lessons and was battling sinus pain that robbed me of a few hours’ sleep the night before. Today was much more comfortable. In the morning though I had my first lesson (which isn’t the right word at all) with yet another little ‘un: a boy who turns seven next month. If I’m not careful I’ll ending up being half teacher, half babysitter. When I arrived at his palatial abode, I realised his mum and I hadn’t discussed the duration of our session. I suggested an hour. He’s only little, after all. I’d prefer longer. Yes, you just want him out of your hair, don’t you? His mum was pleasant, though. She introduced me to Simona, their cleaner. Good name to have right now, I said. We talked briefly about the tennis, and what a great ambassador her namesake is both for the sport and for the country. Then I met the kid, who showed me all his toys in the living room which had a six-metre-high ceiling, followed by just as many toys in his upstairs bedroom. Endless cars, Transformers, cuddly animals, games, jigsaws, and so much Lego. The Lego was stored in Lego-brick-shaped boxes of various colours, and there were enough of those boxes to warrant one super-duper box. We spoke 90% Romanian. He knew a few words for animals, colours and numbers up to ten. His mum wants me to come back more than once a week. Today I also got my hair cut for the first time since January. It was pretty much shoulder-length when I went in.

Yes, the tennis. You can win a grand slam in glorious, dominating fashion as Simona Halep did, or you can win it like Novak Djokovic did. They all count the same. That men’s final was a crazy match, and not necessarily in a good way. Yes, it was dramatic as hell and will live long in the memory, but it contained very long, very flat periods. Djokovic was well below his best for almost the entire match. Federer played to a higher standard, but his form deserted him at crucial moments: the three tie-breaks, the two match points on his own serve at 8-7 in the fifth, and various break point opportunities such as the ones he fashioned at 11-11 in the decider. That fifth set was something special. It was extremely tense. But when the newfangled tie-break rolled around, it was as if someone had pricked a balloon. Djokovic won the shoot-out comfortably in an ending I found anticlimactic. The crowd were firmly in the Federer camp, and the stunned silence when he missed those match points was something else. Some people would probably rate Sunday’s final as one of the all-time great men’s matches, but I wouldn’t put in the same league as either the 2008 Wimbledon final or the 2012 Australian Open final. In fact, based on quality of play alone, Friday’s semi-final between Federer and Nadal was miles ahead of the final.

It’s quite funny, really, that 253 singles matches came and went without requiring an emergency tie-break, only for it to be needed in the very last match. Honestly I don’t see the need for it in the final. There’s no “next match” for the winner to play. Just let them play it out.

At least a tie-break at the end of a deciding set is a legitimate way of determining a winner of a tennis match. The New Zealand cricket team and their supporters, on the other hand, must still be licking their wounds after an extremely unfortunate loss to England in Sunday’s fantastic World Cup final. (It reached its extraordinary dénouement at the same time as the Wimbledon final did.) What a terrible rule, too, that was used to break the tie. Whoever drew up the rules probably (entirely reasonably) thought a tied 50-over match, followed by another tie in the so-called Super Over, was so unlikely that they could come up with whatever crazy rule they wanted, because it would never be needed. But most boundaries is ridiculously arbitrary. Either play a second Super Over (and a third, and so on, until there’s a clear winner) or dispense with Super Overs altogether and let them share the trophy.

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Superb Simona

July 14, 2019 by 0 Comments

That was marvellous. Simona Halep played out of her skin to obliterate Serena Williams in only 56 minutes. She was brilliant from start to finish. Her tactics were simple but effective. One, get everything back. (How she was able to retrieve some of those balls from seemingly hopeless positions, only she knows.) Two, don’t miss. And three, stay relentlessly positive. She was very impressive on serve, knowing that her second serve would likely be pummelled by Serena, as on occasions it was.

As Simona racked up the early games in the first set, I thought, she’s a quarter of the way there already, now she’s a third of the way, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up too much. Serena looked sluggish, as if she was, you know, almost 38 and a mother, but she was liable to click into gear at any moment. I felt reasonably confident in the first game of the second set, when Serena let out two huge screams after winning successive points. It looked like she was trying to bully, intimidate, barge her way over the finish line using her presence alone, and yesterday that clearly wasn’t going to work. At 2-2 in the second, Simona was on another plane, breaking Serena’s serve via a fantastic passing winner and incredible court coverage on two occasions. At 3-2, a lucky net-cord gave Serena a 15-30 lead, but Simona served, well, similarly to how her opponent so often does, to close out the game. The 4-2 game was the longest of the match, a game that Serena should have won but made so many errors; that game just about summed up her day. 5-2. I felt somehow privileged to watch such a great ambassador for the sport and for Romania win the sport’s greatest prize, here in Romania and with Romanian commentary. She served out to love.

Simona Halep seems a thoroughly nice person. She came across very well in her interview and would have made some new fans. She’s quite shy, and that makes me like her more. Also her ascent to the top echelons of the game was atypical in the modern era; she’s not a product of a farm or academy. It was a pleasant surprise to see her win Wimbledon, just like Ashleigh Barty’s French Open win was unexpected. Both players won on their least favourite surfaces.

As for the runner-up, who knows if she’s got another grand slam in her. Maybe she’ll be stuck on 23, one short of Margaret Court’s “record” (the inverted commas are because Court’s 11 Australian Opens are grand slams in name only). Serena hasn’t always endeared herself to the public in recent times, and some people were celebrating yesterday’s result because she lost, not because Simona won, and that was a bit sad. Serena was very gracious in defeat.

I also saw most of the men’s doubles final involving pairs from France and Colombia, a marathon in complete contrast to what went before. It lasted three minutes short of five hours; the first four sets all went to tie-breaks, with the Colombians Cabal and Farah winning the final set (played under the roof) 6-3. It had its dramas: Nicolas Mahut was struck full in the face at the end of the first set, and he was hit on two consecutive points in the penultimate game, in which the French pairing was broken. There was also controversy when the umpire gave a point to the Colombians following a challenge. The umpire (who was brilliant throughout) was dead right, though. At the end of the match, Mahut’s partner Edouard Roger-Vasselin was in tears. He didn’t have his partner’s consolation of having won it before. The Colombians, who had saved a handful of match points just to reach the final, were overjoyed.

This afternoon we’ve got the men’s final (and the women’s doubles final involving Barbora Strycova, let’s not forget that). I’m in a clear minority of people wanting Djokovic to beat Federer. If Federer’s second serve is as effective as it was against Nadal, and he can work the crowd (who will be firmly on his side), he could lift another Wimbledon trophy.

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Watching sport: Does it really matter?

July 13, 2019 by 0 Comments

In last night’s Skype lesson, my student read an article about cricket. Specifically, what is it about cricket that makes people want to watch it? The author then said that you could ask the same question of any sport. It’s inconsequential really; unless you bet on the game, watching your favourite player win or lose is unlikely to have any tangible affect on you or anyone else. (Last night my student asked me what “inconsequential” meant. I said, “It doesn’t matter,” and that momentarily confused him.) In my lessons I get a lot of people, at all ages and levels, to read texts or articles or pages from books. Sometimes I’ll read bits too, so they can listen to my pronunciation and intonation. Reading aloud isn’t an easy task for a non-native speaker; it’s hard to concentrate on saying the words properly while also trying to understand the meaning.

I did well last night not to be distracted by Federer and Nadal in the background. I like to think I have a professional attitude to my work. I take pride in it. It matters to me like, if I’m honest, no other job has before. It’s a pretty significant part of who I am.

By the time our lesson had finished, Nadal was teetering on the edge, having already faced a match point. Those final two games were thrilling, and Nadal ever so nearly barged his way back into contention. There were large parts of the match I didn’t see, but Federer dominated the longer baseline rallies in a way I hadn’t thought possible. And there were several long points on big points, such as when Federer was break point down at 3-1 in the third set, that he often won. He seemed that little bit sharper than his opponent, somehow. If Nadal had broken back for 5-5 in the fourth set, the match might have developed into a real classic. As it was, the better man won, and the statistic that jumped out at me was Federer’s 62% of points won on his second serve. Against Nadal, who is normally so hard to put away in a rally, that’s a huge number.

I recently listened to Tim Henman talk about Wimbledon – he’s on the committee of the All England Club. He talked about the dominance of the big three, which he astutely attributed to their ability to defend, to stay in points, which is an underrated skill. When he was in top form, Andy Murray’s defense was ridiculously good, too. I thought about Henman’s observations yesterday while watching the first semi between Djokovic and Bautista Agut. That Bautista boy could certainly defend. For the second set and half the third he matched Djokovic shot for shot. Then Djokovic broke to lead 4-2 but, in the next game with break point against him, came that point, all 45 strokes of it. They weren’t exactly hanging back on their shots, either. Djokovic won that ridiculous point, and from then on, Bautista Agut seemed to run out of gas. Had the point gone the other way, Djokovic would very likely still have won, but things might have got interesting.

I appreciated Henman’s comments on coaching during matches. He is unequivocally against any form of it, on court or from the stands, saying tennis is pure. One-on-one. It’s your job to figure out what to do. On your own. And the vast majority of people don’t want it either. Well said Tim.

In under two hours we’ve got Serena and Simona. Both players (neither of whom I expected to make the final) are in a rich vein of form. I’ve a horrible feeling Serena will batter her way to another Wimbledon title in roughly an hour, but I hope I’m wrong. Many tennis fans, I’m sure, are excited at the possibility of both Serena and Federer winning again, but for me the prospect looms rather darkly. And of course I live in Romania, so Hai Simona!

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The sharp end

July 12, 2019 by 0 Comments

When Simona Halep and Elina Svitolina were duking – or deucing – it out in the first two games of their semi-final, I thought the match might not finish before my next lesson at 6pm. In the event, by the time my bell went, both semi-finals were over. Only 31 games were played altogether; those who forked out for tickets might have felt short-changed, even if they did see Serena and Simona.

Simona won the first set 6-1, which was no real reflection of what happened. The first, second, and last games of the opening set comprised 50 points in total. But in the end, Simona was just a bit better in almost every facet of the game. She’s put together four excellent performances in a row – a rarity in the women’s game right now – and has made it to her first Wimbledon final where she faces Serena, someone whom I’ve heard Romanians describe variously as a man, an animal, and a tank. She was in ominous form yesterday; she moved much better than she has of late. Tomorrow, on what will be a huge day for Romanian sport, so much will depend on how Serena serves. If her radar is ever so slightly off, Simona will have a chance. It would be great if she could pull it off.

I’ve just been watching a repeat of the 2008 Wimbledon final. It was even better than I remember, partly because I didn’t see all of it at the time. I was living and working New Zealand, and the part between the two rain delays, where Federer won two tie-breaks saving those match points, was where I got some shut-eye. It wasn’t just the shotmaking under extreme pressure which was out of this world, but the tension, the almost unbearable suspense. Those rain delays only added to the drama. And they play again later this afternoon; it’s their 40th meeting. I’m hoping for a similar outcome to 2008. The speed of the court (it’s been slower this year), and therefore the weather conditions, will have an influence. It might even depend on how long it takes Djokovic and Bautista-Agut to play their match beforehand. I’ve got a Skype lesson this evening. The second semi-final might still be in progress then; I’ll have the TV on with the sound down in the background and will try to keep no more than one eye on it.

From a pure “tennis event” perspective, Wimbledon really is the pinnacle. (If you’re instead talking about the best grand slam for the fans, you might have to give the Australian Open the nod.) But everything matters at Wimbledon. The doubles, the mixed, some first-rounder on Court 15 between two players whose names (or no-names) you can’t even pronounce, it all matters, and the crowd get into it. This has always been the case, and I remember as a kid what a disappointment it was when the fortnight was over. This time I’ll feel different; it’ll be nice to read a few books instead of stare at a screen.

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Final four

July 11, 2019 by 0 Comments

I went to that music festival on Sunday. Before I sat down I ordered a frigărui, which is basically a kebab. I thought it was damn good value at only 7 lei, but I didn’t read the sign properly. Entirely my fault. It was 7 lei per 100 grams, and my kebab weighed in at 300. For 21 lei it was nothing amazing. The Indonesians had just started getting into their stride when the rain came down. Nothing too bad at first, but after an hour or so a huge thunderstorm struck, and a steady but manageable drip became a deluge. One of the best things about where I live is the close proximity to just about everything, and I was able to run home before getting absolutely drenched.

I’ve been having two lessons a week with Octavian. Except last week, when he went with his family to a town in Croatia by the name of Pula. In Romanian, pula means “dick”. He thought this was pretty hilarious. At the end of each session, we (or rather Octavian – I take a back seat) have been playing a nineties adventure computer game called Monkey Island. It’s a very cleverly designed game: so much time and creativity must have gone into it. You could easily while away hours playing it.

We’re down to four in both the men’s and women’s. Simona Halep’s consistency told in the end against Zhang Shuai as she clawed her way out of a deep hole in the first set. Simona plays Elina Svitolina in the semi-finals very shortly. Barbora Strycova fully deserved her place in the semis against Serena Williams, who had a tough time against Alison Riske. (At 3-all in the final set, I thought Riske might pull off the upset, mainly because of Serena’s movement or lack of it.)

In yesterday’s men’s quarter-finals, I was most interested in the match that didn’t feature any of the big three. I didn’t really mind whether Roberto Bautista Agut or Guido Pella made it through, but I read that Bautista Agut’s mother died recently, and he’d reached the last 16 of grand slams many, many times previously without taking the next step or two, so I was happy he won. It was a good match. The other three matches all followed the same, rather predictable, pattern. Djokovic went down 4-3 with a break against Goffin but hardly dropped another game all match after that; Nadal only just scraped the first set 7-5 against Querrey (who is very strong on grass) but then only lost four more games; and Federer looked out of sorts to begin with and lost the opening set to Nishikori, but powered to a fairly comfortable four-set win. We’ve now got Federer against Nadal in a semi-final, eleven years on from perhaps the greatest match of all time. Who would have imagined they’d both still be such superpowers of the game?

I’ve just been on the phone to a lady who wants lessons for her six-year-old boy. I keep getting the little ‘uns at the moment. Yesterday I had my first session with a woman of about 25 who works with two of my other students in the Finance department at the meat processing company. Next week she’ll be bringing her friend.

The temperatures have got a two in front of them, not a three, and that makes life so much more comfortable.

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Manic Monday

July 9, 2019 by 0 Comments

If you don’t like tennis, please skip this post!

Manic Monday certainly lived up to its name on the women’s side. Ashleigh Barty’s loss was a major surprise, because she’d been in supreme form. For some reason – there doesn’t have to be one, these things just happen – she struggled with her ball toss in the last two sets, and Alison Riske was more than competent and confident enough on grass to capitalise on those weaker serves. All four of Riske’s matches have gone to three sets, some of them deep into the third, and today she faces Serena Williams. When I suggested to my parents this morning that Serena might now take the title, there was a collective groan. Oh god no.

I saw the final set of Barbora Strycova’s win over Elise Mertens. Strycova had been down a set and 5-2, but won the next eight games on the way to a 4-6 7-5 6-2 victory. Strycova is such a fun player to watch, and after completing the Bertens-Mertens double, she plays Johanna Konta in today’s quarter-final where she’ll be an underdog.

Five of yesterday’s eight women’s matches went to three sets. Another of them was a marathon between two Czechs, and two Karolinas, Pliskova and Muchova. Pliskova was one of the favourites for the tournament. When my student arrived, Muchova had just broken back to level the final set at 11-all. Pliskova was broken again at 11-12, thanks to a net-cord on match point, and the emergency tie-break (which I didn’t see coming in a women’s match) was once again narrowly avoided. This was a thriller and it was a shame I couldn’t have seen more of it.

The only match I saw in its entirety yesterday was Simona Halep’s win over Cori Gauff. I thought this would be a tricky match-up for Gauff, due to Halep’s counterpunching style and court craft, and so it proved. Simona now faces Zhang Shuai, who she’s had a tough time against before, notably in Melbourne. Zhang goes through these purple patches that can make her almost unstoppable. This is far from a foregone conclusion.

Another women’s match I saw snippets of was Elina Svitolina’s win against Petra Martic. Svitolina won 6-4 6-2, but it was a real battle, with so many interminable deuce games in both sets. Exactly 100 points were played in the opening set.

The men’s matches didn’t grab me so much. Kei Nishikori’s four-set win over Kazakhstan’s Mikhail Kukushkin was kind of fun, but Guido Pella’s triumph in five sets against Milos Raonic was the stand-out match. Raonic led by two sets and served for the match in the fourth. Pella returned brilliantly in the fourth and fifth sets, and Raonic seemed out of ideas beyond “keep acing, and maybe something will happen on the return game”. At 4-5 and 40-15 on Raonic’s serve, Pella came up with an extraordinary winner from so far out of position that he ran into the rolled-up cover on the side of the court. Oh man, how cool was that? Pella reached match point in that game, and had two more in the 5-6 game. Raonic kept serving – acing – his way out of trouble (OK, on one of the match points he also hit a rather nice volley). Eventually, at 6-7, Raonic cracked. Pella was a joy to watch and I was glad he won.

Finally I dropped in on a men’s doubles match, featuring the British player Joe Salisbury, which was suspended for bad light at 5-5 in the fifth. Emergency tie-break today?
Update: Yes! Kontinen and Peers beat Ram and Salisbury 13-12 in the fifth set, on a decisive 7-2 final tie-break. A lot has to happen to get that far, and it nearly didn’t (that’s why I call it an emergency tie-break). The eventual winners had two match points at 8-7 but couldn’t take them, then dropped their serve in the very next game, only to break Joe Salisbury in game 18. The commentators didn’t appear to be fans of the 12-12 shoot-out; one of them expressed a strong preference for 6-6, but I disagree just as strongly.

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Middle Sunday

July 8, 2019 by 0 Comments

My father is making a quicker recovery that he or any of us expected, and maybe, just maybe, my parents will come over in the autumn. I don’t want to put any pressure on Dad though. Just flying all this way and back will take a lot out of him. But right now Timișoara is full of life and sound and flavour and colour, and I wish Mum and Dad could be here to experience it. In short, I miss them.

There’s both a jazz festival and a traditional music festival going on at the moment. Every year the performers from the traditional music festival announce themselves by parading up and down the square, and past my window. It’s a beautiful sight, and sound. Last night I checked out the festival, but I got there late because I’d been watching tennis, and didn’t have the greatest of vantage points. Too many advantage points, you could say. The singers and musicians and dancers mostly come from nearby countries, but my favourite act was from Colombia. (In Romanian, they spell this as Columbia, with a U, and the more I think about it, the more it would make sense if we did the same in English.) Colombia as a country sounds awesome, by the way. Tonight I’ll pop along to the last night of the show in plenty of time (no tennis!) and grab some food and beer from the numerous stands.

Middle Sunday. In some ways it’s my favourite day of Wimbledon. Unless the first week is seriously weather-affected, as it was in 1997 and on a couple of other occasions, there’s no play on that day, and that gives me a chance to catch up on all the other stuff.

Yesterday I saw quite a few matches, or chunks of them at least. Access to a stream was just about mandatory. The Tour de France had started, so only one channel on Eurosport showed the tennis, and they have a horrible habit of chopping and changing matches at will, and often at crucial stages.

The first match I saw was Sam Querrey against John Millman. Querrey loves the grass, and something about his playing style made it look all too easy. I never liked watching Pete Sampras, partly because he rarely seemed to have to work for his points, and Querrey is in a similar mould. The American had greater weight of shot, but Millman competed admirably, and took his opponent to two tie-breaks, the second of which was 10-8. The final score (a straight-set win for Querrey) didn’t do justice to the closeness of the match.

Then I dropped in on Elise Mertens’ draining encounter with Wang Qiang. They were in the midst of a gripping second-set tie-break, which Wang eventually squeaked 11-9 to level the match. Half-way through the third set, figures of 107 total points apiece appeared on the screen. This was to highlight how evenly matched the players were, but I was thinking, 214! That’s a huge number for two and a half sets. And very few of the points were cheap. No wonder they were so tired. Mertens played slightly better on the big points in the final set, and just held on for the win. This was an absorbing battle.

Mertens would play the winner of Kiki Bertens and Barbora Strycova. As fun as it would have been for the commentators to deal with Mertens and Bertens squaring off, I wanted to see Strycova win, which she did. I saw her play (and win) in New York in 2015, and I enjoyed her playing style which comes from being relatively short. She can’t rely on big shots; she has to scamper and craft points. Bertens, who has all the weapons, wasn’t at her best, and after a tight first set, Strycova won quite comfortably.

I think I like watching the shorter players in general, on both the men’s and women’s sides. Next up was Diego Schwartzman, a top-25 player despite being only five foot seven. He played a fantastic match against the much bigger Matteo Berrettini, generating surprising power on his groundstrokes. He was also deadly accurate. Schwartzman led by two sets to one, and had three match points on Berrettini’s serve in the fourth set. Berrettini, who wasn’t exactly having a bad day either, saved them all, took the ensuing tie-break 7-5, and then won a series of close games at the start of the fifth. Berrettini, leading 4-2 in the decider, came up with a couple of howlers on his serve to almost let Schwartzman back in, but again he was able to serve his way out of trouble. It was a shame the little guy lost by the finest of margins having played so well, but it was a terrific match, lasting over 4¼ hours.

I got back from the music festival to see another little guy by tennis standards, Dan Evans of Birmingham, complete his match against João Sousa. Evans (five foot nine) went down 6-4 in the fifth, and his reaction as he dumped a backhand in the net after chasing down Sousa’s drop shot on match point was priceless. The No. 1 Court crowd had obviously been treated to a fantastic match.

I expect that’ll be the most tennis I’ll watch on one day for a while.

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Adios Kyrgios

July 6, 2019 by 0 Comments

I spoke to my parents again this morning. Dad is improving day by day. Mum looked pretty zonked after staying up to watch the tennis.

Wimbledon. We’re less than half-way through the tournament, but 208 of the 254 singles matches are already done and dusted. And it will all be back on the telly in a matter of minutes. The headlines in the last three days have all been about Kyrgios and Gauff. Kyrgios is really a fantastic player, with far more finesse than I gave him credit for, and Nadal had to be on the top of his game to eke out a super-tight four-setter. All his tweeners, underarm serves and no-look volleys make him so much fun to watch. But all that magnificent madness is still possible without being a complete arse, which Kyrgios unfortunately is. Mum suggested there’s something toxic about Australian culture that produces Kyrgioses and Tomics – she said she could see it in the eleven-year-old boys she taught in Cairns in 2000.

Cori (or Coco) Gauff is the real deal. Yes, she got sucked in to playing her opponents’ game last night – all those cat-and-mouse rallies involving slice backhands – and was lucky to survive. But heck, she’s 15. People are now expecting top-level performances from her every time she steps on the court. And that was one hell of a dramatic match.

We haven’t had a 12-12 “emergency” tie-break yet. Not in qualifying (though we came very close) and not in any of the many draws either. Most of the so-called serve-bots have now thankfully departed, so maybe we’ll be spared one in the men’s singles, but I still think the men’s doubles is ripe for one.

Something appeared to be iffy with the Hawk-Eye in Wozniacki’s defeat to the very impressive Zhang Shuai. After losing the first four games, Zhang quickly entered “the zone”, and I’m sure she would have won anyway, but that’s hardly the point. Neither does the argument that it’s the same for both players hold water. If Hawk-Eye is giving erroneous output, it’s worse than useless.

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Bike trip

July 3, 2019 by 0 Comments

I’ve just finished a two-hour lesson, the first hour of which my student spent showing me her holiday photos, with commentary almost entirely in Romanian. She also gave me a whole load of tomatoes, cucumbers and hot peppers, that came from a friend of hers.

I spoke to Dad again yesterday. We talked about the crazy month between his cancer diagnosis and his “all-clear”. It’s hard to believe it was only one month. During that month, everything became both longer and narrower.

On Saturday I had no work, and the weather wasn’t stupidly hot, so decided I’d cycle down the track to Serbia, as far as I could while staying within the law. I did 76 km there and back. For me that’s a lot, and I really felt it on the way back. I also caught the sun. I made stops at Sânmihaiu Român and the pleasant village of Uivar. Beyond Livada (“the Orchard”), where people flock to for beer and mici, there was hardly a soul. I had the whole track seemingly to myself. Eventually the kilometre markers were down to single figures, but just past the 2 km sign was a white line and a stop sign. Cross that point and I would enter no man’s land, and likely get a fine and all the bureaucratic hassle that comes with that. I met two other cyclists at the line who told me that no, crossing the line wouldn’t be a great idea. That was a bit disappointing after travelling all that way, but I liked the sense of remoteness and visiting another Romanian village (which, by that stage, was only just in Romania). Also the sheer amount of exercise made me feel good, at least when it was all over. When I mentioned my trip to one of my students, she thought I was crazy for doing it by myself. I guess I just need other people less than other people. (Being on my own was great. I could go as fast or as slow as I liked, and could stop whenever and wherever I wanted.)

Uivar
Uivar
5 km to go
5 km to go
Do not cross
The edge of no man’s land

Wimbledon has started. In fact, half the singles matches have already been completed. We’ve had two quite dramatic days already, with so many high seeds departing in round one. Yesterday saw Nick Kyrgios in action against his compatriot Jordan Thompson. Whatever you think of Kyrgios, this match was batshit crazy, couldn’t-take-your-eyes-off-it stuff. Another match to grab my attention was the last to finish. It was played on No. 1 Court, and pitted Donna Vekic against Alison Riske (whose last name is pronounced simply “risk”, not “risky” or “risqué”). Riske was teetering on the edge in the third set, but battled back to level the score at 5-5. Then, for the first time ever, they closed the roof. The £70 million roof. I dunno, that’s seems a helluva lot for something just to stop people having to come back the next day to hit a few tennis balls. The match could have extended another hour (and by Romanian time it was getting pretty late), but Riske only dropped two further points on the resumption. The biggest story so far, however, has been 15-year-old Coco Gauff, and she’s in action again today.