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Image is Everything: D Cup Quarter-finals

Posted by gauloises1 on July 12, 2010

Because nothing generates quite so much fantastic photoage as Davis Cup. You know it to be true.

sorry but ive to say i fcking won davis cup!omg

Pretty sure I could snap him like a twig. A twig.

Marin’s left arm makes a desperate bid for freedom.

Get the man a Big Mac, a big drink and a big vuvuzela.

“Did I leave the gas on …?”

This is not the face I’ve missed.

This is the face I’ve missed.

Put it away, Nole. Or I will come to Serbia and show you where to … never mind.

“Mr. President. What the hell.”

Nothing beats a good old-fashioned Serbian love huddle.

Eduardo Schwank looking in no way ridiculous.

Eduardo Schwank being no way ridiculous.

Kind of impossible to dislike Gael when he finds himself on this planet long enough to win a big match.

Tipsy wants a cuddle. No-one on this earth can blame him.

They shoot horses, don’t they?

Premature celebrating.

Yeah, Youzh better run.

Having beaten Spain at tennis, France take them on at the art of the manly hug. And win.

Have him caramelised and sent to my room.

Nole Major and Nole Minor.

Look who showed up to ‘help’.

“I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the woods …”

Kolya contemplates the many tragedies of life.

Shamil contemplates finding another job.

You’re not helping.

Homoerotic celebrations: must try harder.

Posted in david ferrer, david nalbandian, davis cup, eduardo schwank, gael monfils, gilles simon, horacio zeballos, igor andreev, ivan ljubicic, janko tipsarevic, julien benneteau, marin cilic, markko djokovic, michael llodra, mikhail youzhny, nenad zimonjic, novak djokovic | Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments »

D Cup: Russia 2 – 3 Argentina

Posted by gauloises1 on July 11, 2010

Yes, you read that right. Argentina, without their #1 and #2 players Delpo and Pico, are in the Davis Cup semi-finals. How did that happen? Five words: Gervasio Esteban David Ezequiel Nalbandian.

A legend in his own lunchtime.

With no realistic chance of Mayer or Schwank winning a singles point for Argentina, this tie was always going to rest on David’s broad shoulders, and I didn’t think he could do it. Who did think he could do it? He hasn’t played since Monte Carlo, for god’s sake. How could he possibly turn up and beat Davydenko and Youzhny?

By being David Nalbandian, that’s how.

No, seriously, Kolya was looking pretty rusty in Friday’s match and although it wasn’t the highest quality from either player, David’s willingness to be aggressive really made the difference. It was nervy, with lots of breaks and rebreaks, and Kolya had plenty of opportunities to find his feet, including an early break in the first, serving for the second and breaking David’s serve when he was serving for the match, and then having two set points in the third. Still, David pulled off some amazing shots when he had to, kept taking risks and it paid off. Never one to mince words, he called the performance a ‘disaster‘ afterwards, but honestly I thought it was pretty incredible given his lack of matches in the past, well, year.

Tito approves.

Sadly Horseface had a ‘mare against Youzhny, evening the tie at 1-1. Tito decided (wisely, as it transpired) to rest Nalbandian and tapped Zeballos and Schwank for the doubles against the seemingly-dead-on-their-feet Kolya and Kunitsyn. I had my doubts about Horacio reproducing the doubles form he showed with Nalbandian against Sweden, especially without an old hand by his side, but I was so wrong. He was absolutely brilliant for almost the entire match, kept Schwank going and with the exception of one small wobble was the better half of the better team. Well deserved win.

With Schwank as expected unable to do much against Kolya in the fourth rubber, it all came down to a live fifth between Youzhny and Nalbandian. I thought this would go to a headcasey five with David running out of legs. I was so happy to be wrong.

David was, and I’m sorry to be repeating myself here, quite brilliant. OK, the first set was edgy and the second set maybe even more so, but David kept himself in it with great serving and huge returns, almost visibly growing in confidence so that the third set was almost a foregone conclusion. You could almost see Nalbandian at something like his best resurfacing, with that laser-like backhand and assurance at net that he never gets enough credit for. Sigh. I am a fangirl today.

Nalbandian seemed almost incredulous to have won and played so well, and frankly, so was I. After such a protracted absence from the tour and his many aborted attempts to return, to show up and do what he did in a situation like that is both staggering and indicative of the fact that Davis Cup brings out the best in David Nalbandian.

Now please please please bring some of this to the tour.

So Argentina, wildly unfancied (well not strictly unfancied, but you know what I mean), are in the semi-finals where they’ll face France away in September (which Pico should be back for). Amazing stuff. Drinks all round.

R1 – D.NALBANDIAN (ARG) def. N.DAVYDENKO (RUS)
6-4  7-6(5)  7-6(6)
R2 – M.YOUZHNY (RUS) def. L.MAYER (ARG)
6-3  6-1  6-4
R3 – E.SCHWANK / H.ZEBALLOS (ARG) def. N.DAVYDENKO / I.KUNITSYN (RUS)
7-6(7)  6-4  6-7(3)  6-1
R4 – N.DAVYDENKO (RUS) def. E.SCHWANK (ARG)
4-6  6-3  6-1  6-4
R5 – D.NALBANDIAN (ARG) def. M.YOUZHNY (RUS)
7-6(5)  6-4  6-3

By the way, as usual VamosDavid have match reports, highlights, quotes and all sorts. Check it out.

Posted in david nalbandian, davis cup, eduardo schwank, horacio zeballos, mikhail youzhny | Tagged: , , , , | 2 Comments »

Hand of David.

Posted by gauloises1 on July 8, 2010

Let’s see how Argentina’s Davis Cup squad are preparing for this weekend’s tie against Russia, shall we?

Actual training footage.

Let’s not lie, the Argies are up against it and unsurprisingly much of the focus is on whether David ‘El Rey’ Nalbandian, the bad daddy of Davis Cup, can pull off another amazing rescue. Except this time he hasn’t played since Monte-Carlo and will have to face Nikolay Davydenko, Mikhail Youzhny and probably play the doubles as well.

Quietly confident, I assure you.

Anyway. Let’s all look at pictures of the Argies. Quick, before they start having to cry and recriminate.

Fine body of men.

If nothing else, he’s improving his fanboying immensely.

I swear to god, I just want to stick my face in his stomach and keep it there for an hour or so. In other news, here’s some words he said.

Bonus peeled Onion in video form:

Heading to the official dinner.

David does some practice in between sledging with Safin.

And the boys doing some serious physical work (David’s reaction at the end killed me):

As usual, I can only recommend you visit the amazing VamosDavid, who do a great job covering these ties. I’ll just be over there, looking at this photo and sighing a lot.

Posted in david nalbandian, davis cup, eduardo schwank, horacio zeballos, leonardo mayer, video | Tagged: , , , | 3 Comments »

Never Trust a Species That Grins All the Time

Posted by gauloises1 on March 25, 2010

It’s up to something.

Oh, boys.

Posted in david ferrer, eduardo schwank, fernando gonzalez, miami, robin soderling, thomaz bellucci | Tagged: , , , , , , | 6 Comments »

I came. I saw. I Schwanked.

Posted by irefusetotellyou on July 25, 2009

As promised, here be my eye-witness report of my trip to Indy on Thursday. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the most eventful of experiences – particularly compared to my trip to Wimbledon last month (my first time) – but then again, that’s sort of like comparing mountains to mole-holes, don’t you think?

The pathetically undersized crowd

The pathetically undersized crowd

Anyway. Naturally, as soon as I arrived in Indy, it started to rain, so play was suspended for a bit. This allowed me the fantastic opportunity to stroll around and browse overpriced merchandise and buy a $4.50 hot dog. (Seriously. $4.50 for a hot dog!? I could probably buy a pig and a field of wheat and make my own damn bun and dog for that much.)

After the rain stopped, and the courts were squeegeed ( © me), I was able to catch the second set of the John Isner (USA) / Denis Istomin (UZB) match. Spoiler alert: Isner won, 64 64. And let me just say … I didn’t realize how ungodly tall Isner is, at 6’9. Move over, Dr. Ivo!

Despite the scoreline, I thought Istomin put up a good fight, but he just couldn’t match the service power of Isner. Since no one was cheering for poor old Denis – actually the 8th seed in Indy – I attempted to make my support for him known. Alas, twas in vain.

Istomin

I returned to “Centre Court” (um … can’t remember what it’s actually called) just in time to see Sam Querrey claim victory over Rajeev Ram (USA), 63 63. The court was then invaded by “Sam’s Samurai,” aka a motley group of his friends from back home in California, who proceeded to play bongo drums, be shirtless, and use the t-shirt gun to shoot some Samurai t-shirts into the crowd.

Samurai

(Photo courtesy Tennis Indy)

Yes, a t-shirt gun … obviously, per the 2nd Amendment, we are required to have guns for everything in America. As such, I bought my ticket via the ticket-booth gun.

Next up was Dmitry Tursunov, the no. 1 seed, who gave a proper thumping to Marcos Daniel (BRA), 63 63. Dmitry was serving well – his fastest serve, by my count, was 135 mph. I then became mesmerized by the treat that was Dmitry’s black briefs – highly visible from his sweat-soaked white shorts. (Sadly, no photos. Use your imagination.)

FINALLY – the moment I had been waiting for – was the match between Robby Ginepri (USA) and Eduardo Schwank (ARG). Obviously, I was rooting for Eduardo, not only because of his Argentinean-ness, but also for the fact that his last name provides endless hours of inevitably hilarious Schwank-related puns.

Schwanky von Schwankerton_

(Photo courtesy Yahoo! Sports)

A sampling: “Gee, I’d like to Schwank that.” “Schwank me up, Scotty!” “Sorry, Robby – you’ve been SCHWANKED!” “Shall we Schwank now, or Schwank later?” etc., etc.

Unfortunately, my Schwankaphobia (© me) was short-lived, for although he won the first set 67(1), he was then reverse-Schwanked by Ginepri, 63 60.

Oh, Schwank. How we hardly knew thee.

Posted in eduardo schwank, i witness, indianapolis | 9 Comments »