Swiss Revival..
It's official. I am Rog's jinx for matches played in USA. I'm never ever going to stay up to watch him play anymore. It's just not worth it. Flash back to last night. Or rather this morning...
Sat at my 'lucky' spot on the sofa at midnight. Started watching. Rog got broken in the 1st game. Damn. Told myself to calm down. Rog was looking relaxed. So I relaxed too. But after a while, it became evident that there was no way Rog could beat Nadal. Rog was totally outplayed and it didn't help with those numerous unforced errors. And Nadal was chasing down every single ball. 1st set gone. 6-2.
Things became worse. Rog got broken again in the 1st game of the set. That's when I decided to change seats. Sat 1 metre away from the tv as I needed the lightings to read something. Finally he started playing well. I quote the commentator "Normal service resumed". Rog broke Nadal twice. Ok, I thought he would cruise through the 2nd set. Began to lean back on the sofa as sitting 1 metre away from the TV could have caused me to go blind anytime, and it was at some awkward position. That was the beginning of the downfall yet again. He couldn't serve out at 5-3. What the hell. Anyway, he got broken and the set was pushed to a tie break which he promptly lost. It was 2am. I made the decision to retire to bed. I couldn't bear watching my hero lose. I went to bed a depressed girl. But before that, I smsed my lucky charm to stop studying and go watch Rog play.
Fast-forward.. 9am this morning.
Got woken up by this freaking song on radio. Immediately reached for the controller to switch it off. Accidentally reached out for my hp. Ok, switched it on expecting to get no sms as Rog lost. 1st sms. My lucky charm said he's watching. That was a sms from early this morning. Then came the unexpected sms screaming " HE WON!! HE WON!!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I grabbed my spectacles and re-read the sms. Started laughing to myself like a lunatic from the mental insitute of health. Couldn't refrain myself from jumping out of the bed and running to Mr Lim's room to switch on the internet access even though he was still sleeping.
Till now, I'm still on a high. I've never witnessed my Rog come from 2 sets down to win. I'm so proud of him. I know I'm a nut case. I dreamt that he got beaten in straight sets. It goes to show that dreams are opposite of reality. Anyway, the reason why Nadal lost was he ran out of steam and inexperience caused him dearly. I really hated him to the core for the 1st 2 sets. Now that he lost, my dislike for him has subsided. But I know he'll be a major threat to Rog in the French Open. I'll worry about that later. Now, just let me enjoy the success of Rog's remarkable comeback.
Sat at my 'lucky' spot on the sofa at midnight. Started watching. Rog got broken in the 1st game. Damn. Told myself to calm down. Rog was looking relaxed. So I relaxed too. But after a while, it became evident that there was no way Rog could beat Nadal. Rog was totally outplayed and it didn't help with those numerous unforced errors. And Nadal was chasing down every single ball. 1st set gone. 6-2.
Things became worse. Rog got broken again in the 1st game of the set. That's when I decided to change seats. Sat 1 metre away from the tv as I needed the lightings to read something. Finally he started playing well. I quote the commentator "Normal service resumed". Rog broke Nadal twice. Ok, I thought he would cruise through the 2nd set. Began to lean back on the sofa as sitting 1 metre away from the TV could have caused me to go blind anytime, and it was at some awkward position. That was the beginning of the downfall yet again. He couldn't serve out at 5-3. What the hell. Anyway, he got broken and the set was pushed to a tie break which he promptly lost. It was 2am. I made the decision to retire to bed. I couldn't bear watching my hero lose. I went to bed a depressed girl. But before that, I smsed my lucky charm to stop studying and go watch Rog play.
Fast-forward.. 9am this morning.
Got woken up by this freaking song on radio. Immediately reached for the controller to switch it off. Accidentally reached out for my hp. Ok, switched it on expecting to get no sms as Rog lost. 1st sms. My lucky charm said he's watching. That was a sms from early this morning. Then came the unexpected sms screaming " HE WON!! HE WON!!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I grabbed my spectacles and re-read the sms. Started laughing to myself like a lunatic from the mental insitute of health. Couldn't refrain myself from jumping out of the bed and running to Mr Lim's room to switch on the internet access even though he was still sleeping.
Till now, I'm still on a high. I've never witnessed my Rog come from 2 sets down to win. I'm so proud of him. I know I'm a nut case. I dreamt that he got beaten in straight sets. It goes to show that dreams are opposite of reality. Anyway, the reason why Nadal lost was he ran out of steam and inexperience caused him dearly. I really hated him to the core for the 1st 2 sets. Now that he lost, my dislike for him has subsided. But I know he'll be a major threat to Rog in the French Open. I'll worry about that later. Now, just let me enjoy the success of Rog's remarkable comeback.
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