Twas the night before the final ...

... and all through the house; we're still knackered from the semi, where you crushed Djokovic the louse ...

Evening everybody *wave*

Here we are again, the night before a Grand Slam final, and it's felt like a long time ... it has been a long time. And I've just been looking back at posts I've done before previous finals and as a result, I'm quite alarmed at how calm I am in comparison.

I think because in recent times, Rafa has obviously only faced Feds and the PoD, and sometimes I think my dread of him losing to them overrides everything else, and hence ... I'm a total bag of nerves. But then maybe it's because I always have this sense of dread that they can beat him also.

So whilst it's a bit disingenuous, I don't have the same worries about David Ferrer. The statistics back this up of course, and in tennis, they don't lie. But Rafa has one word to describe David and that's "Champion". I believe he has the utmost respect for him and won't under-estimate him at all. And whilst Rafa had that amazing final against him in his South American come-back, David pushed Rafa really hard in Madrid, and took a set off him in Rome. He's not a dropped a set in this year's French Open, has spent so much less time on the court, and hasn't had the emotional exertion that Rafa had to cope with yesterday. I don't think David even so much as a got a match on Philippe Chatrier until yesterday in spite of being the No. 4 seed, so much has he flown under the radar this tournament.

The forecast is not good again for Paris tomorrow. Talk about rain, rain go away ... Sometimes the strangest of factors have the biggest of influences, and I hope that doesn't happen tomorrow. I know in my head what should happen, and I know in my heart what I want to happen.

Just do it Rafa. Please. Vamos Campeon!!