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.