Rafa was pushed in three tight sets by Istomin, 76(4) 46 64. More problematic than the challenge was a Rafa calling the trainer to look at his famous ass. Afterwards, Rafa complained of some pain the back of his leg and up to his bum. It sounds like a typical grass court injury (the players, used to the balls bouncing high on clay now have to get low for the balls on grass). He said he'll get some tests and hopes he can play tomorrow. Let's just be happy it wasn't his knees.
You knew it was going to be a bad day at the office for A-Rod when Dudi broke him in his second service game. Gilbert observed that the grass was playing a bit slow and I have to agree. Dudi played some inspired tennis though. You have to think Andy needs more than just two warm-up matches for Wimbly though.
And then, to cap it all off, Mardy No-Socks had to pull the most chickenshit stunt I've seen in quite some time. After splitting sets with Muzz and jumping to a 3-0 lead in the third, No-Socks would drop the next three games to even it up at 3-3. At that point, he started bitching and moaning about the light (it was about 8:30pm), the tourney referee was called out, a conversation was had (which didn't include Andy), play was suspended, and then No-Socks abruptly packed his shit and walked off the court. Moose was livid and ripped the umpire for a good while. As he pointed out, No-Socks was perfectly happy to play 10 minutes ago when he was up in the set and "politely" reminded the chair that he had played until 9:30pm last week in Paris. The crowd wasn't too pleased either.
Seriously, Britain. With the amount of fight and lack of guile displayed by the Colonies these past few weeks, I have no idea why my dollar bills don't have the Queen on them. Maybe instead of muskets and frigates you should have just rolled out some grass turf back in 1775, poured yourself a hot cup of tea, and watched as we all ran to Canada.
Dear England: Please hand us our asses on Saturday. I'll be rooting for you.