louiselux | Continuing theme of my life

Hello World. This has been a week of awesome. I got to see Rafa play on Monday. He was mesmerising, even though he lost. He has small feet and gesticulates a lot and is basically amazingly good to look at. And tomorrow I'm seeing Roger. Live! In the flesh! Smoothing his hair and attractively wiping his nose on his towel! I'm so excited!

I have a spare ticket to the evening semi finals tomorrow night if anyone wants it? It'll be Del Potro v Soderling. I'm seeing Roger's match in the afternoon. Then I'm meeting

niennah for cocktails (super-awesome!). So I'm not going to want to go back and watch a match I'm not totally interested in.

If anyone's interested, drop me a comment.

My day out with Rafa

12.15 - rock up to O2 and rush to the practise court. No Roger. Am bitterly disappointed.

12.30 - met hardcore Rafastalkers hanging out watching the court.

12.45 - met Roger hater - she tells me he has 'hissy fits' and is not nice like Rafa! HOW DARE SHE. We move the conversation on to Rafa. She is a massive fan.

1-1.30 - Delpo arrives, swaying in the breeze like an enormous pylon. Watched the sad alpaca lump about the practise court looking sad. Roger-hater (who is otherwise perfectly charming despite this bizarre aberation) and I make fun of him. He looks over at us sadly.

1.30 - said goodbye to Roger-hater after turning down Djoko ticket for tonight. I can't afford it, but I'd like to see him play.

2.00 - in my seat! Views are awesome! My view is EXACTLY the same as on the tv and internets, from one end and looking down. Make friends with neighbours and find I am sandwiched between more Rafatards. Guy next to me is clearly a Fedalist though, and he also loves Arod. He keeps taking shots while Rafa does his jiggly arse thing when preparing to return serve. Decide we are kindred spirits. It's the first time me and the woman on my right have seen Rafa play. She is a massive fan.

2.15 - Rafa! The crowd loses its mind. Beginning to suspect everyone in entire arena is a Massive Fan of Rafa. Can hardly believe my eyes seeing him! He's bouncing and makes General Sod wait for ages at the net.

2.30 - wincing as Rafa gets broken like a giant mook.

2.45 - I'm barely noticing Sodapop as all my attention is on Rafa. He has small feet, an incredible arse and he's scowling a lot.

3.00 - finally start watching the tennis. Rafa and Sodapop are making some incredible angles between them. Rafa makes some really exciting shots down the line, but is hitting backhands long. And forehands.

3.30 - FINALLY I NOTICE UNCLE TONI.

3.30 - 3.45 stalk him and Rafa's box with my monocular. Maribel is sitting between mum and dad. Albert and Carlos Costa are there plus ever faithful Rafa Maymo

3.45 - general feelings of doom as I finally realise Sodapop is not going to start making many errors and is playing better tennis than Rafa.

3.50 - lend my neighbour my monocular so she can watch Rafa's shirt change. I am selfless. Also I had my long lens camera.

4.00 - feelings of nameless hunger and sadness for Rafa. He looks not happy and sort of mad with himself.

4.15 - actual feelings of hunger. match finishes about now. Say goodbye to my neighbours. Eat sandwich I bought at one. Trek back to practise court but no Rogelio.

4.30 - decide to go home, even though

tarteaucitron is out and about in the area. Feeling a bit glum. Get bus to Waterloo. Big mistake.

4.45 - crushed when I realise my picture of me next to giant poster of Roger and Rafa did not come out at all!

5.00 - sit on bus for an hour. Spend time thinking basically about Rafa.

6.00 - walk to embankment and take pics of carousel on the south bank. City looks awesome at night and wonder if Rafa thinks so too.

8.00 - home! Exhausted.

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