Take that!

Well he made a bit of dog's dinner trying to put him away in the end, but Rafa finally came through 7-5, 6-4 against Jerzy Janowicz.

And I'll credit Rafa for finding a way and the tactics to beat a giant with a bomb of a serve and the flattest, hardest groundies he can muster ... because precious few others in the tennis media world will.  Rafa fired at his body so much in order to try and tie him in knots, and it worked.  Get him into an actual TENNIS rally and Rafa worked him till the UEs came.  So we're supposed to cream over someone bombing down aces are we??  And think it's great because someone can hit a forehand at 90 mph?  Well, listening to those Sky Sports clowns commentating tonight you would think so.  Unless - of course - that sort of play is against anyone but Rafa.

For the sake of my own sanity, I muted the commentary after the second game of the second set and instead, listened to a bit of Bublé whilst I watched the match ... because I simply couldn't bear to listen any more to Barry "Fedtard" Cowan, and Andrew "SmugTwonk" Castle.  If Janowicz had been playing that sort of tennis against Federer, there would have been panic in the voice of Cowan.  And would Castle have been laughing his head off if serve bombs had been played against Murray?  I think not.  And with the slow demise of Federer, then "the former World No. 1" - as he's now come to be known instead of being Djokovic, the World No. 2 - is the commies latest poster boy.

I can't stand it.

I never thought I'd ever say this, but the stress of being a Rafa fan has really hit home with me this year.  And a lot.  But what I resent more than anything else is being totally unable to do one of the things that I love the most, and that is to watch Rafa in a calming manner with studio pundits and commentators just REPORTING OBJECTIVELY ABOUT THE MATCH WE ARE SEEING UNFOLD BEFORE OUR EYES.

To Marcus Buckland at SkyTennis.  I don't want to hear any more about the length of time it takes Rafa to do his routine before he meets his opponent at the net.  I don't want to hear about his fecking water bottles. I don't give a monkeys about whether Federer will return to No. 1.  And to the commies.  Why do you have this self reserved glee in your voice retained only for Rafa if he's facing a difficult opponent?  Do you want me to pass you a packet of my heavy duty TenaLady to help you when you pee your pants because an opponent is playing well against Rafa?  Do you need to have the "awwwwwwwwwww" in your voice when Rafa's opponent can't sustain his good play for anything other than one set?  Do you have to bring the hoppity glee back into your tone if said opponent then strings one or two shots together to get a break back? I've had enough of it!!

It's just wearing thin now.  To the point that I want to put my foot through the telly, just like when they start the ridiculous fawning over Fed and trumpeting "multi-Slam" winner Murray like he's the Greatest Evah candidate that walked upon a tennis court.

GAAH.  I shouldn't really be writing this post right after a match such as that, because what I should be concentrating on is Rafa's performance, how clever he was to ride the storm, how good he is at working out and finding his way past a very tricky opponent ... an opponent who's actually playing on his best surface against Rafa on his worst, and yet he's still not good enough to take a set off the World No. 1.

And breathe.

I want to be able to watch a match featuring Rafa like any other fan of any other player seems to be able to do.  Yet I can't.  

But I'll always have Michael Bublé ...