RG Day Five: Boo, You Whore

Have a collection of faces which really sum the experience of Thursday at Roland Garros. Or at least trying to watch it during one’s rather narrow tennis-watching window.

All these sad puppies and a few more had matches called off for lack of light after waiting forever to get on to court. As a consequence, today’s OOP and the weekend schedule is likely to be a nuts.

Speaking of nuts …

Despite multiple rain delays, Andy Murray managed to finish his Wednesday-started match against Juan Ignacio Chela, winning in four, 62 67(5) 63 62. I didn’t see how he played and honestly I don’t really care. He’s through and that’s a cause for celebration.

Right?

No rest for the grumpy, though; he should be back about 2 this afternoon against Marcos Baghdatis. Dangerous days.

Incidentally, I’ve stopped shouting out to Steve Tignor until he stops describing Marin as ‘solid’ (we’re locked in a battle of wills, although he may not know it). But I absolutely love what he wrote about watching Murray yesterday. He not only makes an excellent point about the underrated physicality and power of Murray’s game, but I think he’s really insightful regarding the mental gymnastics that an essentially negative person has to go through in order to make themselves approach a match positively. I liked it, anyway. (But Marin is still NOT solid.)