Call an ambulance!!!

I'm sure we all wondered what Rafa whispered to Toni after his 9th French Open final triumph. You probably all know now that basically he was telling him that he'd been cramping since the 3rd set, that he needed saline solution and that he needed to see a doctor ... but I'm not sure about an ambulance!!  I did, however, lurk on a Rafa-hatah's site today which is something I've not done for absolutely ages, and laughed my socks off to see that superbitch fan NoleIsTheBest actually travelled to Paris and saw Rafa win ... well, maybe the ambulance was needed for her.  ROFL

I spent last night and some time tonight watching the final again without all the stress, and the third set did have better quality than I remember, but Rafa had stopped going for some of the PoD's serves from 3-1 up.  He's obviously described that he was very empty and very tired, and didn't know from where he'd have been able to draw the strength if it had gone to a 5th set, so I'm so glad it wasn't needed.  I did read Djokovic's presser but it's gone from my mind if he was as open as Rafa as to how bad he felt, because I'm sure he must.

Anyhow, I suppose the good news is that it wasn't Rafa's back that was giving him the issues on Sunday, but cramps.  He did manage a physical examination with a doctor between press conferences and was passed as OK.

And so he arrived in Halle yesterday.  I rather wish he'd not gone, and whilst it only really came out last year after his shock first round defeat at Wimbledon that the transition from clay to grass now comes just too soon for Rafa to sometimes make the necessary adjustments, I suppose him going to Halle means that he's a least going to give it a try.

Forgetting how shot at with injury he was in 2012 and 2009, for me it was really sad what happened last year because he'd enjoyed success in reaching the final for 5 years.  And whilst it's always a rollercoaster, I loved seeing him progress to the final of what is essentially, my home tournament. Happy days of listening to his footwork on the grass and an even happier one when I "met" him outside the All England Club before the tournament started in 2010.  Le sigh.  He seemed as tall as a tree and as a skinny as a rake in the flesh, but the colour of his skin ... wowsers!!

So let's see what happens in Halle, and I hope just for a couple of matches to help him find his grass feet before a little break back home in Mallorca.

Are we ready to do all this again for another 2 weeks???  *straps self in and prepares for another bumpy ride*

VAMOS!!