Australian Open and Arshavin...
As of now, AFP reports that Arshavin has signed for £12m. Here's hoping, all the news seems to be like a pendulum today.
Ah, the Australian Open. Friday's semi was pretty unbearable, seeing as I was at my desk at work. So I was restricted to just flicking back and forth at the BBC Sport website and bashing F5 every so often. At one point I was muttering and cursing and my colleague enquired what I was up to. Keen not to draw too much attention to my attention being well, slightly elsewhere, I scribbled TENNIS on a Post-It and showed her. I got back a knowing "Oh..." Heh. They know I'm a real sport fanatic at work. Thankfully lunch was set number 5 and I was able to give the score my full attention. Oh, the last game and watching Verdasco claw back the break points, i practically put my fist through the desk...But then he couldn't get back the last one and I punched the air and got my head back down. When I got home my Dad handed me a piece of paper where he had detailed for me the most unbelievable shots Rafa had played during the match, which I then enjoyed on the BBCi rerun.
As the final began on 8:30am on Sunday I set two alarms (coincidentally, much like I did to get up at 3am to go to Wimbledon) to make sure I didn't sleep in. Soon enough, everybody was downstairs wrapped in duvets with their eyes on the match. The start was a bit of a scrappy one, I thought, and as ever, I was as nervous as heck. It's weird, though, I sort of enjoy the feeling, it's both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Another colleague of mine just can't bear to watch. I thought the first set was gone until those two amazing shots...and i was relieved. But then desperately worried when it went to 5 sets. And even loving and knowing the dynamo superman that is Rafa Nadal, I just thought, he must be too tired. But oddly, as the commentator put it, in the fifth it was like someone had just "switched off Federer's gas." There was just nothing left, and the serve went. And towards the end although I was doing cartwheels thinking my God, Rafa is so close to winning, I was also begging Federer not to lose it on a double fault because he's too good to lose like that. I was so thrilled at the end, not quite as flooded with relief and tears as after Wimbledon, but still thrilled. And as much as I love Rafa and I never ever want him to lose, Federer's reaction really touched me and I did feel a bit teary. But Rafa's reaction consoling him like that, well, it was a joy to see it. Sportsmanship, respect, talent, these guys have it all. God bless them both.
Many thanks to natbat3 and feebomon for a lovely Saturday filled with Torchwood, D&P and Boyzone. Lord knows why I ever liked Ellie woman, her acting is as flat as a pancake. I was young and foolish. It was so good to see it again then, such a brilliantly plotted and amusing crime drama. There's nothing like it any more.
Anyway, the whole of Britain seems to be at a standstill thanks to the snow. We're so pathetic. I did walk to work today, hopefully tomorrow it won't be too icy as it could get dangerous. Off to catch up on my EastEnders before bed, I think.
As I finish typing it seems that the Arshavin deal has to be confirmed by the Premier League and so we have to wait til the morning. So be it.
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Now playing: Boyzone - When Will You Understand
via FoxyTunes
Ah, the Australian Open. Friday's semi was pretty unbearable, seeing as I was at my desk at work. So I was restricted to just flicking back and forth at the BBC Sport website and bashing F5 every so often. At one point I was muttering and cursing and my colleague enquired what I was up to. Keen not to draw too much attention to my attention being well, slightly elsewhere, I scribbled TENNIS on a Post-It and showed her. I got back a knowing "Oh..." Heh. They know I'm a real sport fanatic at work. Thankfully lunch was set number 5 and I was able to give the score my full attention. Oh, the last game and watching Verdasco claw back the break points, i practically put my fist through the desk...But then he couldn't get back the last one and I punched the air and got my head back down. When I got home my Dad handed me a piece of paper where he had detailed for me the most unbelievable shots Rafa had played during the match, which I then enjoyed on the BBCi rerun.
As the final began on 8:30am on Sunday I set two alarms (coincidentally, much like I did to get up at 3am to go to Wimbledon) to make sure I didn't sleep in. Soon enough, everybody was downstairs wrapped in duvets with their eyes on the match. The start was a bit of a scrappy one, I thought, and as ever, I was as nervous as heck. It's weird, though, I sort of enjoy the feeling, it's both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Another colleague of mine just can't bear to watch. I thought the first set was gone until those two amazing shots...and i was relieved. But then desperately worried when it went to 5 sets. And even loving and knowing the dynamo superman that is Rafa Nadal, I just thought, he must be too tired. But oddly, as the commentator put it, in the fifth it was like someone had just "switched off Federer's gas." There was just nothing left, and the serve went. And towards the end although I was doing cartwheels thinking my God, Rafa is so close to winning, I was also begging Federer not to lose it on a double fault because he's too good to lose like that. I was so thrilled at the end, not quite as flooded with relief and tears as after Wimbledon, but still thrilled. And as much as I love Rafa and I never ever want him to lose, Federer's reaction really touched me and I did feel a bit teary. But Rafa's reaction consoling him like that, well, it was a joy to see it. Sportsmanship, respect, talent, these guys have it all. God bless them both.
Many thanks to natbat3 and feebomon for a lovely Saturday filled with Torchwood, D&P and Boyzone. Lord knows why I ever liked Ellie woman, her acting is as flat as a pancake. I was young and foolish. It was so good to see it again then, such a brilliantly plotted and amusing crime drama. There's nothing like it any more.
Anyway, the whole of Britain seems to be at a standstill thanks to the snow. We're so pathetic. I did walk to work today, hopefully tomorrow it won't be too icy as it could get dangerous. Off to catch up on my EastEnders before bed, I think.
As I finish typing it seems that the Arshavin deal has to be confirmed by the Premier League and so we have to wait til the morning. So be it.
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Now playing: Boyzone - When Will You Understand
via FoxyTunes