Day number 10 of the 2007 US Open saw the completion of the ladies quarter-finals and number 15 in the Roger Federer v Andy Roddick series of matches.
First up on Ashe today was what looked a competitive encounter between Shahar Peer and Anna Chakvetadze, but after a promising start, the Israeli fell away dramatically.
From 4-2 ahead in the first set, Peer lost ten out of the next eleven games for a disappointing 4-6, 1-6 reverse, despite the assistance of a noisy support group who needed to be made aware of tennis etiquette by the umpire.
So, Chakvetadze advanced to the semi-finals where she will play my bet, Svetlana Kuznetsova, after the number four seed also advanced in straight sets in her quarter final against Agnes Szavay.
Sveta was never in any trouble and played her most dominant and impressive match of the tournament. I hope she is peaking at the right time and I fancy her to get the better of Chakvetadze on today’s form.
Next on Ashe was the first of the men’s quarter finals, between Tommy Haas and Nikolay Davydenko and this was a repeat of last year’s quarter final, won by the Russian in five after Haas had won the first two sets.
This for me looked to be the match of the day, as their previous two matches had gone to five sets and it didn’t look good for Haas when he chucked his racquet into the net in anger after losing his serve at 3-3 in the opening set.
From that point on it was all Davydenko. He went a set and a break up and Haas looked deflated and on the way out until he somehow broke back, but he failed to hold an epic eighth game, which included a diving volley winner and an explosion at the umpire, both from Haas of course and the Russian went two sets up.
For my money, Davydenko represents all that’s wrong with many sports stars these days. Totally dull and emotionless and although he possesses some real talent, I would be gutted to have bought a ticket for the US Open and then discovered that I had to suffer a Davydenko match. Even when he wins a brilliant rally, there’s barely a flicker of a change in his countenance.
The New York crowd were behind Tommy, presumably for the same reason, but at least I had the option to switch off, start to fill in my tax return and wait for Williams v Jankovic for some entertainment. For the record, the charismatic Russian won the match 6-3, 6-3, 6-4; Tommy’s Dunlop’s took a beating and my tax return is on it’s way to HM Customs & Excise.
The hopes of the Williams family rested on the not unsubstantial shoulders of Venus, after Serena’s rather graceless defeat to Justine Henin on Tuesday night. I was surprised that Serena was quoted as saying, “she made a lot of lucky shots”; from where I was sitting, Henin outplayed Serena and appears to have her number at this point in their careers.
Jankovic got off to a great start by breaking Venus in the first game with a delightful lob and went on to deservedly take the first set by 6-4 with some great defensive play and great passes down the line. She must have been inspired by comic legend, Larry David’s appearance at courtside and too many unforced errors from Williams also had a slight bearing on the outcome of set one.
Venus stepped on the gas in the second set and took it 6-1, but Jankovic was far from done and there were no breaks of serve in the decider and therefore a tie break was required to separate these two.
Jankovic had hardly put a foot wrong in the third set, but made several unforced errors in the breaker and left herself too much to do from 2-5 down. Venus claimed the victory with a drive volley and we have a ladies semi-final to savour.
It was after 3 am again when Roddick and Federer took to the court and I am starting to resemble Keith Richards after a heavy session at the moment.
Both men, for reasons known only to themselves, turned up in all black and surely this would be a quick win for the Swiss maestro and so it proved.
Although Roddick took the first two sets to breakers, Fed was always in control and recorded his fourteenth win from fifteen starts against A-Rod, who quite simply will never beat Federer in a slam, regardless of the amount of cheerleaders he employs.
Saturday, 8 September 2007
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
US Open Day 9 - Nadal, Serena fall
Day 9 in New York saw the completion of the men’s fourth round matches and another much anticipated tussle between Justine Henin and Serena Williams.
First match of the day on Armstrong was a tight contest between Stanislas Wawrinka and Juan Ignacio Chela and this one was an entertaining and close contest that went all the way.
Wawrinka was the first to show and easily took the first set 6-4, only to lose his way and allow Chela back into it – the Argentine took the second set 6-2.
Several breaks of serve by each man, reminiscent of a WTA match, meant the third set had to be decided by way of a tie break and Chela stepped it up to take the set and Wawrinka smashed his racquet into the floor hard twice, completely obliterating it and getting rid of his frustration.
Stan has gone through a few Head’s this week and has emerged as a surprise contender for stroppiest player of the fortnight, but Chela made a late entry with a smash after losing his serve at the start of the fifth, after being blown away in set four.
Chela came back from the loss of his service to take the match 6-4 in the fifth and Wawrinka really let the racquet have it and it will take someone having an almighty strop to overtake Stan now in the racquet smashing stakes.
To calm things down a bit, I decided upon a brief sojourn onto Armstrong to have a look at what I thought was a ladies doubles quarter-final match, but what Bethanie Mattek had turned into a wannabe porn star’s convention.
I thought that Federer had been badly advised by his stylist yesterday, but Mattek’s skin tight tiger print outfit was presumably all her own doing and she certainly wins points for bravery if not fashion.
After a few minutes of that, it was back to Ashe and Djokovic’s continuing physical struggles re-emerged in the match with Juan Monaco.
My Serbian hope took the first two sets, but appeared to be struggling and had the trainer out frequently. This was not good news for my tournament wager, but Djokovic fought his way to a match point in the third set tie break, despite Monaco being penalised a point for a ball dropping out of his pocket in the middle of a rally at 5-3 ahead. Monaco saw the breaker through and set up a fourth.
Djoko dug deep though and saw the match through 6-1 in the fourth set for a hard fought victory. Sadly, even the terrible commentary from Barry Cowan and in particular Sam Smith, who did their best to put Novak’s performance down, couldn’t detract from a fine win for the Serb over a tough opponent, playing at the top of his game – something that neither Cowan nor Smith know anything about incidentally.
In fact, this disgraceful hypocrisy led me to double check the tour records of this pair and other than chucking away a two set lead against Sampras at Wimbledon that I recall only too well, Cowan’s career week was a victory in a challenger in Brazil in 2001 – value US$3,600 – with a finals victory over Andy Ram (ranking 285). Total wins on the main tour - 5 with 21 losses.
Smith of course was almost as bad, with seven first round exits at Wimbledon to her name from eight attempts and a paltry three titles on the ITF circuit (the challenger’s of women’s tennis) in a twelve year career. How these two have the cheek to criticise Djokovic beggar’s belief. John Barrett, Mark Cox, Pat Cash - come back, all is forgiven.
Anyway, I digress and the match of the day was up next – Justine Henin v Serena Williams. I had my cash and hopes resting on Serena, but she couldn’t quite come up with the goods this evening.
The American lost her serve early on, but eventually broke back to set up a set point on the Henin serve at 5-6, but the Belgian held on to force a tie break, which she took and never looked back from there.
Serena was making way too many unforced errors and although she had her chances, she couldn’t take them and Henin ran away with it in the end by 7-6, 6-1.
It was a late one tonight and by the time Nadal v Ferrer arrived on court it was after 3 am and I couldn’t face a three hour marathon of sock adjusting from Nadal, so I called it quits. He lost in four and my Djoko wager lives to fight another day… just.
First match of the day on Armstrong was a tight contest between Stanislas Wawrinka and Juan Ignacio Chela and this one was an entertaining and close contest that went all the way.
Wawrinka was the first to show and easily took the first set 6-4, only to lose his way and allow Chela back into it – the Argentine took the second set 6-2.
Several breaks of serve by each man, reminiscent of a WTA match, meant the third set had to be decided by way of a tie break and Chela stepped it up to take the set and Wawrinka smashed his racquet into the floor hard twice, completely obliterating it and getting rid of his frustration.
Stan has gone through a few Head’s this week and has emerged as a surprise contender for stroppiest player of the fortnight, but Chela made a late entry with a smash after losing his serve at the start of the fifth, after being blown away in set four.
Chela came back from the loss of his service to take the match 6-4 in the fifth and Wawrinka really let the racquet have it and it will take someone having an almighty strop to overtake Stan now in the racquet smashing stakes.
To calm things down a bit, I decided upon a brief sojourn onto Armstrong to have a look at what I thought was a ladies doubles quarter-final match, but what Bethanie Mattek had turned into a wannabe porn star’s convention.
I thought that Federer had been badly advised by his stylist yesterday, but Mattek’s skin tight tiger print outfit was presumably all her own doing and she certainly wins points for bravery if not fashion.
After a few minutes of that, it was back to Ashe and Djokovic’s continuing physical struggles re-emerged in the match with Juan Monaco.
My Serbian hope took the first two sets, but appeared to be struggling and had the trainer out frequently. This was not good news for my tournament wager, but Djokovic fought his way to a match point in the third set tie break, despite Monaco being penalised a point for a ball dropping out of his pocket in the middle of a rally at 5-3 ahead. Monaco saw the breaker through and set up a fourth.
Djoko dug deep though and saw the match through 6-1 in the fourth set for a hard fought victory. Sadly, even the terrible commentary from Barry Cowan and in particular Sam Smith, who did their best to put Novak’s performance down, couldn’t detract from a fine win for the Serb over a tough opponent, playing at the top of his game – something that neither Cowan nor Smith know anything about incidentally.
In fact, this disgraceful hypocrisy led me to double check the tour records of this pair and other than chucking away a two set lead against Sampras at Wimbledon that I recall only too well, Cowan’s career week was a victory in a challenger in Brazil in 2001 – value US$3,600 – with a finals victory over Andy Ram (ranking 285). Total wins on the main tour - 5 with 21 losses.
Smith of course was almost as bad, with seven first round exits at Wimbledon to her name from eight attempts and a paltry three titles on the ITF circuit (the challenger’s of women’s tennis) in a twelve year career. How these two have the cheek to criticise Djokovic beggar’s belief. John Barrett, Mark Cox, Pat Cash - come back, all is forgiven.
Anyway, I digress and the match of the day was up next – Justine Henin v Serena Williams. I had my cash and hopes resting on Serena, but she couldn’t quite come up with the goods this evening.
The American lost her serve early on, but eventually broke back to set up a set point on the Henin serve at 5-6, but the Belgian held on to force a tie break, which she took and never looked back from there.
Serena was making way too many unforced errors and although she had her chances, she couldn’t take them and Henin ran away with it in the end by 7-6, 6-1.
It was a late one tonight and by the time Nadal v Ferrer arrived on court it was after 3 am and I couldn’t face a three hour marathon of sock adjusting from Nadal, so I called it quits. He lost in four and my Djoko wager lives to fight another day… just.
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
US Open Day 8 - The J-Block silenced
Into the second week then at Flushing Meadows and the Labor Day holiday saw fourth round outings for the likes of Federer, Roddick and Blake, along with the ladies in the bottom half of the draw, who were looking to take advantage of an easier than anticipated route to the final.
Svetlana Kuznetsova was first up today on an extremely blustery Ashe and I was looking for a straightforward victory here to boost my chances of profit this week. The Russian’s opponent was the Hingis-conquering Victoria Azarenka, who seemed to be a bit overawed by the occasion and as a result, was thumped in straight sets.
Over on Armstrong, Agnes Szavay and Julia Vakulenko were attempting to reach the quarter finals and a date with Sveta – something I’m quite pleased that I’ve never experienced – and this was a nervy, error strewn encounter, possibly exacerbated by the windy conditions.
Once again I was lumbered with Kent Brockman on commentary and that combined with the poor standard of tennis made me switch off and wait for Roddick v Berdych to start. Szavay and Vakulenko were making me nervous and I couldn’t take it. If Kuznetsova doesn’t beat the winner out of these two, I’ll be very disappointed.
I was hoping that Berdych would dump the aggravating Roddick/Connors combo out of the tournament and I’ve never been so glad to hear the dulcet tones of Leif Shiras and Peter Fleming from the box.
Not known as much of a fighter when the chips are down, my hopes appeared to be forlorn when Berdych chucked away the opening game of the match and called the trainer after about five minutes. He did recover to serve for the set, but couldn’t hack it and was easily broken, leading to a tie break.
Berdych had the first set point on his own serve and in typical style, bottled it by netting a forehand, thus giving Roddick the opportunity, which he took. That is the difference between these two.
In the second set, Berdych strolled around as if badly injured – reminiscent of Jose Acasuso at his trudging best and quit after just two games. Thank you very much again Berdych! Wonder what the problem was this time? In growing toenail perhaps or a slight headache?
That cost me and what better way to recover than by watching someone else shouting in anguish and smashing their racquet in frustration. Enter Tommy Haas and he was playing home favourite, James Blake, on his own patch - surely a recipe for a Haas temperament explosion or two.
After the bizarre exit of Berdych, I was in no mood to suffer fools – enter the ludicrous ‘J-Block’ – James Blake’s rambunctious frat boy supporters club. Welcome to the US Open during week two.
The J Block looked like they had good cause to celebrate, as Blake went a set and a break up, but as always, Blake had a bad patch and Haas broke back and suddenly from nowhere the German was back in it and his racquets were safe - for the time being.
Haas served for the set at 5-3 and failed to see it out, but immediately broke the New Yorker to take the second set and silence the cretinous J Block, for the moment at least.
This match was proving tough to call and Blake came back to take the third set, before losing his serve in the first game of the fourth, to hand the initiative straight back to Haas, which he just held onto, courtesy of a millimetre on hawkeye. The German went on to bagel Blake and set up a decider.
No favourites in NY of course and every Haas winner was greeted by deathly silence, in stark contrast to the cheers after each point for Blake. Some of the crowd though were getting on Blake’s back after losing eight games in a row and this seemed to rouse him from his slumber.
It went to a breaker and Haas found his way to match point with a delicious backhand lob. Blake survived the first by the smallest of margins on hawkeye, but the very next point, Haas fired down an ace, which was challenged by Blake, however it just caught the line and it was game, set and match Haas.
After a straightforward victory for Anna Chakvetadze, it was time for Roger Federer to prove once again that he has no dress sense whatsoever, as he decided to turn up in all black again. I suppose it beats that ludicrous white jacket that he insists on sporting at Wimbledon.
Tonight’s lamb to the slaughter was Feliciano Lopez and he rather unwisely arrived wearing the same gear as Tomas Berdych. In fact it could have been the exact same gear, as it wouldn’t have needed washing after the Czech’s brief use of it.
Playboy Lopez loves the big occasion though and he stormed the first set 6-3 and had Federer in all sorts of trouble with that big lefty serve and he was swinging from the hip and hitting the target until Fed stepped it up a notch to take the second 6-4.
Federer, as ever, wasn’t rattled and moved through the gears to take it the match in four sets and set up a meet with Roddick.
Svetlana Kuznetsova was first up today on an extremely blustery Ashe and I was looking for a straightforward victory here to boost my chances of profit this week. The Russian’s opponent was the Hingis-conquering Victoria Azarenka, who seemed to be a bit overawed by the occasion and as a result, was thumped in straight sets.
Over on Armstrong, Agnes Szavay and Julia Vakulenko were attempting to reach the quarter finals and a date with Sveta – something I’m quite pleased that I’ve never experienced – and this was a nervy, error strewn encounter, possibly exacerbated by the windy conditions.
Once again I was lumbered with Kent Brockman on commentary and that combined with the poor standard of tennis made me switch off and wait for Roddick v Berdych to start. Szavay and Vakulenko were making me nervous and I couldn’t take it. If Kuznetsova doesn’t beat the winner out of these two, I’ll be very disappointed.
I was hoping that Berdych would dump the aggravating Roddick/Connors combo out of the tournament and I’ve never been so glad to hear the dulcet tones of Leif Shiras and Peter Fleming from the box.
Not known as much of a fighter when the chips are down, my hopes appeared to be forlorn when Berdych chucked away the opening game of the match and called the trainer after about five minutes. He did recover to serve for the set, but couldn’t hack it and was easily broken, leading to a tie break.
Berdych had the first set point on his own serve and in typical style, bottled it by netting a forehand, thus giving Roddick the opportunity, which he took. That is the difference between these two.
In the second set, Berdych strolled around as if badly injured – reminiscent of Jose Acasuso at his trudging best and quit after just two games. Thank you very much again Berdych! Wonder what the problem was this time? In growing toenail perhaps or a slight headache?
That cost me and what better way to recover than by watching someone else shouting in anguish and smashing their racquet in frustration. Enter Tommy Haas and he was playing home favourite, James Blake, on his own patch - surely a recipe for a Haas temperament explosion or two.
After the bizarre exit of Berdych, I was in no mood to suffer fools – enter the ludicrous ‘J-Block’ – James Blake’s rambunctious frat boy supporters club. Welcome to the US Open during week two.
The J Block looked like they had good cause to celebrate, as Blake went a set and a break up, but as always, Blake had a bad patch and Haas broke back and suddenly from nowhere the German was back in it and his racquets were safe - for the time being.
Haas served for the set at 5-3 and failed to see it out, but immediately broke the New Yorker to take the second set and silence the cretinous J Block, for the moment at least.
This match was proving tough to call and Blake came back to take the third set, before losing his serve in the first game of the fourth, to hand the initiative straight back to Haas, which he just held onto, courtesy of a millimetre on hawkeye. The German went on to bagel Blake and set up a decider.
No favourites in NY of course and every Haas winner was greeted by deathly silence, in stark contrast to the cheers after each point for Blake. Some of the crowd though were getting on Blake’s back after losing eight games in a row and this seemed to rouse him from his slumber.
It went to a breaker and Haas found his way to match point with a delicious backhand lob. Blake survived the first by the smallest of margins on hawkeye, but the very next point, Haas fired down an ace, which was challenged by Blake, however it just caught the line and it was game, set and match Haas.
After a straightforward victory for Anna Chakvetadze, it was time for Roger Federer to prove once again that he has no dress sense whatsoever, as he decided to turn up in all black again. I suppose it beats that ludicrous white jacket that he insists on sporting at Wimbledon.
Tonight’s lamb to the slaughter was Feliciano Lopez and he rather unwisely arrived wearing the same gear as Tomas Berdych. In fact it could have been the exact same gear, as it wouldn’t have needed washing after the Czech’s brief use of it.
Playboy Lopez loves the big occasion though and he stormed the first set 6-3 and had Federer in all sorts of trouble with that big lefty serve and he was swinging from the hip and hitting the target until Fed stepped it up a notch to take the second 6-4.
Federer, as ever, wasn’t rattled and moved through the gears to take it the match in four sets and set up a meet with Roddick.
Monday, 3 September 2007
US Open Day 7 - No joy for Chubby Dave
The end of the first week’s play in New York and the quality of the matches has been increasing almost daily as we reach the men’s third round and ladies fourth round encounters.
Day 7 started with what looked like a tough assignment for Serena Williams on Ashe against Wimbledon finalist, Marion Bartoli.
Serena had not impressed in her early matches, but was rarely troubled by the French woman with the bizarre service action in a routine straight sets victory, which represented an ominous improvement in form from Williams.
Concurrently on Armstrong, David Nalbandian and David Ferrer were slugging it out and after being down by a set and a break, Nalbandian surged back to take a two sets to one lead and Ferrer’s shirt bore the brunt of the Spaniard’s discontent, as he tore at it manically in frustration.
Ferrer looked down and out at a break down in the fourth, but an epic eighth game saw Nalbandian broken after eight deuces and the Valencian stayed strong to take the set to a breaker in which he outlasted Chubby Dave to take us to a fifth.
Whilst a fifth set was a blessing from a betting viewpoint, it meant that I had to suffer the same appallingly banal US commentator that had aggravated me so during the Davydenko v Kiefer encounter the other day. Whoever he is, he sounds like Kent Brockman from The Simpsons and I was 50/50 on whether to mute the TV for the duration of the match.
Chubby Dave was the first to have a match point at 4-5 on Valencian Dave’s serve, but he missed a very makeable backhand and the chance had gone. That was to prove costly, as Nalbandian lost his serve in the next game and Ferrer served it out to love for a fine victory that will probably grate with the portly one for some time to come.
Back on Ashe and I’d had a little investment in Venus Williams as a saver bet for the title and also for this match with Ana Ivanovic and this match-up turned out to be very one-sided, as Venus eased her way to a straight sets victory, encountering little resistance from the Serbian.
A more competitive match on Armstrong followed – a five set tussle between Robby Ginepri and Stanislas Wawrinka and this one turned into a battle of who could hold their serve and their nerve.
Stan had a warning for slapping a ball into the crowd and was lucky to escape a penalty for smashing his racquet in the fourth set after missing a sitter of a forehand, while at the other end Ginepri was as impassive as ever.
Wawrinka found himself with three match points at 5-3 in the decider, but Ginepri fended them all off before a Ginepri forehand hit the tape and sailed over the baseline for a Swiss victory.
Elsewhere, Henin had disdainfully dismissed Safina in straight sets and Moya outlasted Kohlschreiber in a five set thriller, which just left Novak Djokovic v Juan Martin Del Potro as the night’s entertainment.
After his marathon encounter with Stepanek, Djokovic must have been quietly confident of a quick finish tonight and he got one, with a trouble free straight sets win over the lanky Argentine. The only point of interest in this one was trying to work out whether there is any pattern to Novak’s ball bouncing on serve. The one time that Del Potro had 0-40 and three break points in the match, Djoko bounced the ball an incredible 24 times before serving. I’d certainly have been having a word with the umpire if I were Del Potro.
So, the end of an exhausting first week and today has brought me back to level profit, after some bad results earlier on. My outright bets are still in the hunt and week two promises some great tennis and excellent profit opportunities.
Day 7 started with what looked like a tough assignment for Serena Williams on Ashe against Wimbledon finalist, Marion Bartoli.
Serena had not impressed in her early matches, but was rarely troubled by the French woman with the bizarre service action in a routine straight sets victory, which represented an ominous improvement in form from Williams.
Concurrently on Armstrong, David Nalbandian and David Ferrer were slugging it out and after being down by a set and a break, Nalbandian surged back to take a two sets to one lead and Ferrer’s shirt bore the brunt of the Spaniard’s discontent, as he tore at it manically in frustration.
Ferrer looked down and out at a break down in the fourth, but an epic eighth game saw Nalbandian broken after eight deuces and the Valencian stayed strong to take the set to a breaker in which he outlasted Chubby Dave to take us to a fifth.
Whilst a fifth set was a blessing from a betting viewpoint, it meant that I had to suffer the same appallingly banal US commentator that had aggravated me so during the Davydenko v Kiefer encounter the other day. Whoever he is, he sounds like Kent Brockman from The Simpsons and I was 50/50 on whether to mute the TV for the duration of the match.
Chubby Dave was the first to have a match point at 4-5 on Valencian Dave’s serve, but he missed a very makeable backhand and the chance had gone. That was to prove costly, as Nalbandian lost his serve in the next game and Ferrer served it out to love for a fine victory that will probably grate with the portly one for some time to come.
Back on Ashe and I’d had a little investment in Venus Williams as a saver bet for the title and also for this match with Ana Ivanovic and this match-up turned out to be very one-sided, as Venus eased her way to a straight sets victory, encountering little resistance from the Serbian.
A more competitive match on Armstrong followed – a five set tussle between Robby Ginepri and Stanislas Wawrinka and this one turned into a battle of who could hold their serve and their nerve.
Stan had a warning for slapping a ball into the crowd and was lucky to escape a penalty for smashing his racquet in the fourth set after missing a sitter of a forehand, while at the other end Ginepri was as impassive as ever.
Wawrinka found himself with three match points at 5-3 in the decider, but Ginepri fended them all off before a Ginepri forehand hit the tape and sailed over the baseline for a Swiss victory.
Elsewhere, Henin had disdainfully dismissed Safina in straight sets and Moya outlasted Kohlschreiber in a five set thriller, which just left Novak Djokovic v Juan Martin Del Potro as the night’s entertainment.
After his marathon encounter with Stepanek, Djokovic must have been quietly confident of a quick finish tonight and he got one, with a trouble free straight sets win over the lanky Argentine. The only point of interest in this one was trying to work out whether there is any pattern to Novak’s ball bouncing on serve. The one time that Del Potro had 0-40 and three break points in the match, Djoko bounced the ball an incredible 24 times before serving. I’d certainly have been having a word with the umpire if I were Del Potro.
So, the end of an exhausting first week and today has brought me back to level profit, after some bad results earlier on. My outright bets are still in the hunt and week two promises some great tennis and excellent profit opportunities.
Sunday, 2 September 2007
US Open Day 6 - Sharapova falls
Labor Day weekend in New York and a sell out crowd had a feast of tennis to enjoy on Day 6 of the US Open.
The most intriguing of the early matches for my money looked to be Maria Sharapova v Agnieszka Radwanska. The Russian had had things all her own way so far this week, but the Pole looked a more competitive opponent and so it proved, as she served for the first set at 5-3.
Sharapova broke back, but her big forehands were not finding the mark and she served four double faults in the first set – perhaps due to the windy conditions - which combined to give Radwanska a set point that she took with a nice backhand pass down the line.
A Radwanska victory would be great for my bet on Kuznetsova and also because I had placed a small wager on the Pole for this match at 12 and for the event outright at 720 a few days earlier.
Another double from Maria meant that she had to dig deep and move into turbo shriek mode to hold her first service game of the second set and she turned up the power to break Radwanska. The serve was still a problem though, along with too many unforced errors and the Pole was gifted break points twice in Sharapova’s next service game. She couldn’t take them and Sharapova cruised through the set as the Pole’s level dropped off.
It looked all over when Maria broke again, but out of nowhere, Radwanska started playing again and earned three break points at 2-2 in the decider. Another double handed the break to Radwanska and she was in with a chance of a shock.
Sharapova had to fight off another three break points at 2-4, before yet another double fault handed Radwanska the double break and the chance to serve it out. Maria’s dad obviously wasn’t confident of a comeback and he left at 15-0; he was right to make himself scarce, as Sharapova gave the match to Radwanska with more unforced errors.
Once I’d finished congratulating myself on that result, I decided that the next port of call should be Tommy Haas v Seb Grosjean on Grandstand and it turned into an entertaining match, with Grosjean coming from two sets down to force a decider.
It was nice to see the Frenchman playing good tennis again after a poor year that has seen him slip to number 78 in the world and at times he seemed back to his best.
So, we had two twenty-nine year old guys wearing baseball caps back to front arguing with the umpire over net cords and it was the German who emerged victorious by 6-3 in the fifth.
Straight over to Ashe just in time to watch John Isner annoy Federer with his service bombs and take the Swiss ace to a first set breaker, which incredibly Isner took by 7-4 and had Barry Cowan rather over excitedly talking up an Isner victory.
Having no confidence whatsoever in the American’s ability to break Federer, I went back to Grandstand as soon as Isner lost the very next service game. I had money on Tamira Paszek, so switched courts whilst Federer went on the comeback trail.
The fact that I never returned to Ashe is testament to either the exciting Paszek v Schnyder match or the fact that watching Isner is little short of depressing. Whichever, the young Austrian prodigy came back from a set down to take out an ever-nervy Schnyder in a final set breaker.
Next up on Grandstand was Andy Murray in his third round match with Hyung-Taik Lee and in typical Murray style, he lost the first set amidst a prolonged strop at umpire, Steve Ulrich, for not overruling on a couple of Murray serves.
It was all happening out there – Murray limping like a puppy who’s had his paw trodden on; lunatics in the crowd getting over excited; Brad Gilbert holding his head on his hands and a fiercely pro-Lee support group. Great stuff, but the Scot was on the ropes and two sets down.
He pulled a set back and then the racquet went at the start of the fourth after Murray had lost his break advantage, before running into the umpire’s chair (again) and then booting a bin over after reaching a drop shot.
It was all to no avail and after holding off match points, Murray lost his own serve and the match and it was straight over to Ashe to see my wager on Shahar Peer come in right at the death in a final set tie break shootout.
What a day and Sky called it quits instead of showing Blake v Koubek, so an unexpectedly early night for me at 3.15 a.m.
The most intriguing of the early matches for my money looked to be Maria Sharapova v Agnieszka Radwanska. The Russian had had things all her own way so far this week, but the Pole looked a more competitive opponent and so it proved, as she served for the first set at 5-3.
Sharapova broke back, but her big forehands were not finding the mark and she served four double faults in the first set – perhaps due to the windy conditions - which combined to give Radwanska a set point that she took with a nice backhand pass down the line.
A Radwanska victory would be great for my bet on Kuznetsova and also because I had placed a small wager on the Pole for this match at 12 and for the event outright at 720 a few days earlier.
Another double from Maria meant that she had to dig deep and move into turbo shriek mode to hold her first service game of the second set and she turned up the power to break Radwanska. The serve was still a problem though, along with too many unforced errors and the Pole was gifted break points twice in Sharapova’s next service game. She couldn’t take them and Sharapova cruised through the set as the Pole’s level dropped off.
It looked all over when Maria broke again, but out of nowhere, Radwanska started playing again and earned three break points at 2-2 in the decider. Another double handed the break to Radwanska and she was in with a chance of a shock.
Sharapova had to fight off another three break points at 2-4, before yet another double fault handed Radwanska the double break and the chance to serve it out. Maria’s dad obviously wasn’t confident of a comeback and he left at 15-0; he was right to make himself scarce, as Sharapova gave the match to Radwanska with more unforced errors.
Once I’d finished congratulating myself on that result, I decided that the next port of call should be Tommy Haas v Seb Grosjean on Grandstand and it turned into an entertaining match, with Grosjean coming from two sets down to force a decider.
It was nice to see the Frenchman playing good tennis again after a poor year that has seen him slip to number 78 in the world and at times he seemed back to his best.
So, we had two twenty-nine year old guys wearing baseball caps back to front arguing with the umpire over net cords and it was the German who emerged victorious by 6-3 in the fifth.
Straight over to Ashe just in time to watch John Isner annoy Federer with his service bombs and take the Swiss ace to a first set breaker, which incredibly Isner took by 7-4 and had Barry Cowan rather over excitedly talking up an Isner victory.
Having no confidence whatsoever in the American’s ability to break Federer, I went back to Grandstand as soon as Isner lost the very next service game. I had money on Tamira Paszek, so switched courts whilst Federer went on the comeback trail.
The fact that I never returned to Ashe is testament to either the exciting Paszek v Schnyder match or the fact that watching Isner is little short of depressing. Whichever, the young Austrian prodigy came back from a set down to take out an ever-nervy Schnyder in a final set breaker.
Next up on Grandstand was Andy Murray in his third round match with Hyung-Taik Lee and in typical Murray style, he lost the first set amidst a prolonged strop at umpire, Steve Ulrich, for not overruling on a couple of Murray serves.
It was all happening out there – Murray limping like a puppy who’s had his paw trodden on; lunatics in the crowd getting over excited; Brad Gilbert holding his head on his hands and a fiercely pro-Lee support group. Great stuff, but the Scot was on the ropes and two sets down.
He pulled a set back and then the racquet went at the start of the fourth after Murray had lost his break advantage, before running into the umpire’s chair (again) and then booting a bin over after reaching a drop shot.
It was all to no avail and after holding off match points, Murray lost his own serve and the match and it was straight over to Ashe to see my wager on Shahar Peer come in right at the death in a final set tie break shootout.
What a day and Sky called it quits instead of showing Blake v Koubek, so an unexpectedly early night for me at 3.15 a.m.
Saturday, 1 September 2007
US Open Day 5 - Djokovic emerges triumphant
Day 5 at Flushing Meadows promised much – excellent betting opportunities, many top stars in action, Tiger Tim in round two and the rare prospect of a competitive night match.
Match of the morning without question was tournament second favourite and carrier of my hopes, Novak Djokovic, facing Radek Stepanek.
Having lost the first set on a breaker, Djokovic’s racquet went in the fourth game of the second set and you can see why he was getting vexed. Stepanek must be so annoying to play against, what with all the jogging up and down, bizarre celebrations, Henman-like fist pumps and in your face tennis.
A great service return winner up the line gave Novak the mini break in the second set breaker, but in the very next point Stepanek roared back, winning an extremely long rally. Stepanek’s little jumps and facial expressions went into overdrive as he took the lead, but a helpful net cord levelled it at the changeover, before both players gained and lost the lead and finally Stepanek put an easy volley into the net to hand the set to the Croatian.
There appeared to be a long way to go in that one, so I headed over to Grandstand for the ever watchable Marat Safin against Stanislas Wawrinka and I was greeted with the prowling, shouting, racquet smashing Safin that I had missed the other day. At 3-5 down, Safin had a break back point that he netted and the racquet bore the brunt of his frustration. It was to no avail through, as Safin’s decline continued with a straight sets defeat.
Back on Louis Armstrong, Stepanek served for the third set, but Djokovic broke the Czech for the first time in the match to level at 5-5, before losing his own serve and with it the set. This was looking bad – my main bet on the men’s side, down 2-1 in sets and having regular treatment from the trainer.
It looked like the end for Djokovic when he lost his serve in the first game of the fourth set, but immediately the Czech gave his serve away and was warned for hammering a ball into the crowd in frustration. I had a little extra on Djokovic for the tournament at 25 in the hope of a recovery.
An incredible rally set up a 0-30 chance and a big jump for joy from Djokovic at 6-5 and the very next point he had three set points to take us all the way and another missed volley from ‘The Alien’ meant a final set shootout.
Each and every possible vantage point was utilised on Armstrong, including standing room behind Row Z and the back row of Arthur Ashe to get a view of this classic encounter and the players received a standing ovation before the final set breaker, which Djokovic took easily and my bet was intact.
After four and a half hours I was in need of some respite and took a well-earned break before returning for Henman v Tsonga and sadly this turned out to be Tim’s last ever match at an ATP event, as Tsonga took it in four, largely with the help of some incredible serving. The end of an era and the man I first enjoyed watching in ’96 against Kafelnikov at SW19 leaves the tour after a fantastic career.
The last match of the day promised to be a competitive one, given Nadal’s well documented injury problems, but could Tipsarevic do enough to take him out, as the Serb has had injury problems of his own since Wimbledon?
This one turned into a battle of who could go the longest without calling the trainer and Michael Nowotny will be claiming over time after this one, as both competitors were regularly patched up during the changeovers. Nadal with his knees and then his finger and Tipsarevic with his dodgy ribs. Nadal will surely not last the distance in this event and Tipsy seemed to be there for the appearance fee – not the classic I was expecting and the Serb quit on his stool in the third set.
At this point I was hoping that Sky would switch to the Hewitt v Calleri match, which was looking like much the best of the night matches, but disappointingly for me they didn’t. Hewitt went on to lose after winning the first set and that has to go down as the shock of the day, but probably good news for an exhausted Djokovic.
Match of the morning without question was tournament second favourite and carrier of my hopes, Novak Djokovic, facing Radek Stepanek.
Having lost the first set on a breaker, Djokovic’s racquet went in the fourth game of the second set and you can see why he was getting vexed. Stepanek must be so annoying to play against, what with all the jogging up and down, bizarre celebrations, Henman-like fist pumps and in your face tennis.
A great service return winner up the line gave Novak the mini break in the second set breaker, but in the very next point Stepanek roared back, winning an extremely long rally. Stepanek’s little jumps and facial expressions went into overdrive as he took the lead, but a helpful net cord levelled it at the changeover, before both players gained and lost the lead and finally Stepanek put an easy volley into the net to hand the set to the Croatian.
There appeared to be a long way to go in that one, so I headed over to Grandstand for the ever watchable Marat Safin against Stanislas Wawrinka and I was greeted with the prowling, shouting, racquet smashing Safin that I had missed the other day. At 3-5 down, Safin had a break back point that he netted and the racquet bore the brunt of his frustration. It was to no avail through, as Safin’s decline continued with a straight sets defeat.
Back on Louis Armstrong, Stepanek served for the third set, but Djokovic broke the Czech for the first time in the match to level at 5-5, before losing his own serve and with it the set. This was looking bad – my main bet on the men’s side, down 2-1 in sets and having regular treatment from the trainer.
It looked like the end for Djokovic when he lost his serve in the first game of the fourth set, but immediately the Czech gave his serve away and was warned for hammering a ball into the crowd in frustration. I had a little extra on Djokovic for the tournament at 25 in the hope of a recovery.
An incredible rally set up a 0-30 chance and a big jump for joy from Djokovic at 6-5 and the very next point he had three set points to take us all the way and another missed volley from ‘The Alien’ meant a final set shootout.
Each and every possible vantage point was utilised on Armstrong, including standing room behind Row Z and the back row of Arthur Ashe to get a view of this classic encounter and the players received a standing ovation before the final set breaker, which Djokovic took easily and my bet was intact.
After four and a half hours I was in need of some respite and took a well-earned break before returning for Henman v Tsonga and sadly this turned out to be Tim’s last ever match at an ATP event, as Tsonga took it in four, largely with the help of some incredible serving. The end of an era and the man I first enjoyed watching in ’96 against Kafelnikov at SW19 leaves the tour after a fantastic career.
The last match of the day promised to be a competitive one, given Nadal’s well documented injury problems, but could Tipsarevic do enough to take him out, as the Serb has had injury problems of his own since Wimbledon?
This one turned into a battle of who could go the longest without calling the trainer and Michael Nowotny will be claiming over time after this one, as both competitors were regularly patched up during the changeovers. Nadal with his knees and then his finger and Tipsarevic with his dodgy ribs. Nadal will surely not last the distance in this event and Tipsy seemed to be there for the appearance fee – not the classic I was expecting and the Serb quit on his stool in the third set.
At this point I was hoping that Sky would switch to the Hewitt v Calleri match, which was looking like much the best of the night matches, but disappointingly for me they didn’t. Hewitt went on to lose after winning the first set and that has to go down as the shock of the day, but probably good news for an exhausted Djokovic.
US Open Day 4 - Santoro so close
Day 4 in New York and another busy one, with Andy Murray looking to emulate Henman’s triumph of yesterday amongst the early matches on court today.
So, straight over to Grandstand and Murray was taking on Jonas Bjorkman and the early signs were good for the Scot, but he failed to take advantage of his supremacy and lost the first set 5-7.
A painful fifth game of the second set seemed to last forever – there must have been ten deuces and definitely one code violation for Murray after swearing loudly over a missed forehand. Bjorkman held on eventually, but that game sucked the life out of him and allowed Murray back into it and he took the set and produced some great stuff in the third to take it 6-1.
The exertion and lack of matches seemed to take it toll on Murray though, as he wilted half way through the fourth, losing his serve and looking exhausted, but he broke back straight away and the set became a lottery, with Bjorkman eventually taking it by 6-4.
Murray was about to launch into a tirade at the umpire when Sky went to a well-timed (from their point of view) ad break. They’d probably had complaints from the earlier outburst and by the time we were back, the players were ready for the decider. At least Murray was and he found the energy to step up a gear and cruised through to the finish line, 6-1.
Most interesting encounter of the day matches promised to be Nikolay Davydenko v Nicolas Kiefer on Louis Armstrong, but this turned out to be a very dull, one-sided affair. On top of the poor performance from Kiefer, I had to suffer this from the US commentators: -
Commentator 1: “Right now Davydenko reminds me of a bus driver”.
Commentator 2: “Why’s that Greg?”
Commentator 1: “Well, he’s taking Kiefer to school right now”
Commentator 2: “Hmm”
On top of that nonsense, “Greg” went on to say how he thinks Davydenko has a good draw and a great chance in the tournament, before going on to mention that he would have to play James Blake (6-0 lifetime to Blake). Totally banal and I found myself in the disturbing position of shouting at the TV before switching courts. There wasn’t even a Kiefer rant to entertain me.
There was incident and controversy on ‘lucky’ Court 11 though, as Arnaud Clement fought off two match points in the third set breaker against Thomas Johansson, despite some very questionable line calls.
Clement, who changes his shirt at virtually every changeover, had a running argument with the umpire in French and with the crowd in English, as he was on the receiving end of a shocking call in the first game of the fourth set. He went into full-on Gallic shrug and arm flap mode.
It seemed to inspire the Frenchman though and the fourth set was full of high quality rallies and wonderful shot making – much of it from a pumped up Clement. German umpire, Roland Herfel was also on the receiving end of more moaning, this time from Johansson, as it went to another breaker, which Johansson took to claim the win.
Over on Grandstand, the Teutonic lunacy that I’d been seeking was in full swing, with the crowd right behind underdog, Philipp Petzschner, in the match with Haas. The underdog had his chances and had Haas resorting to his familiar rants, but alas it was to no avail and I had to put myself through the tedium of another Sharapova match.
Same dress, same result. The crowd surely must be looking for refunds about these night matches so far – total waste of time fare that should be played in the mornings, as opposed to at prime time, where excitement not tedium is required. There was the 20km ladies walk final live on Eurosport from the World Athletics and this seemed more appealing than watching Sharapova whilst waiting for The Magician v Blake.
Santoro made the wait worthwhile, when he bamboozled Blake with a few amazing shots from his repertoire of dinks and slices and levelled the match twice from a set down and forced a fifth set. Blake had never won a five-setter in nine attempts before tonight and he just squeezed past an exhausted Santoro, who clearly loved his night’s work and will be missed when he eventually hangs up his racquet. Now that was entertainment!
So, straight over to Grandstand and Murray was taking on Jonas Bjorkman and the early signs were good for the Scot, but he failed to take advantage of his supremacy and lost the first set 5-7.
A painful fifth game of the second set seemed to last forever – there must have been ten deuces and definitely one code violation for Murray after swearing loudly over a missed forehand. Bjorkman held on eventually, but that game sucked the life out of him and allowed Murray back into it and he took the set and produced some great stuff in the third to take it 6-1.
The exertion and lack of matches seemed to take it toll on Murray though, as he wilted half way through the fourth, losing his serve and looking exhausted, but he broke back straight away and the set became a lottery, with Bjorkman eventually taking it by 6-4.
Murray was about to launch into a tirade at the umpire when Sky went to a well-timed (from their point of view) ad break. They’d probably had complaints from the earlier outburst and by the time we were back, the players were ready for the decider. At least Murray was and he found the energy to step up a gear and cruised through to the finish line, 6-1.
Most interesting encounter of the day matches promised to be Nikolay Davydenko v Nicolas Kiefer on Louis Armstrong, but this turned out to be a very dull, one-sided affair. On top of the poor performance from Kiefer, I had to suffer this from the US commentators: -
Commentator 1: “Right now Davydenko reminds me of a bus driver”.
Commentator 2: “Why’s that Greg?”
Commentator 1: “Well, he’s taking Kiefer to school right now”
Commentator 2: “Hmm”
On top of that nonsense, “Greg” went on to say how he thinks Davydenko has a good draw and a great chance in the tournament, before going on to mention that he would have to play James Blake (6-0 lifetime to Blake). Totally banal and I found myself in the disturbing position of shouting at the TV before switching courts. There wasn’t even a Kiefer rant to entertain me.
There was incident and controversy on ‘lucky’ Court 11 though, as Arnaud Clement fought off two match points in the third set breaker against Thomas Johansson, despite some very questionable line calls.
Clement, who changes his shirt at virtually every changeover, had a running argument with the umpire in French and with the crowd in English, as he was on the receiving end of a shocking call in the first game of the fourth set. He went into full-on Gallic shrug and arm flap mode.
It seemed to inspire the Frenchman though and the fourth set was full of high quality rallies and wonderful shot making – much of it from a pumped up Clement. German umpire, Roland Herfel was also on the receiving end of more moaning, this time from Johansson, as it went to another breaker, which Johansson took to claim the win.
Over on Grandstand, the Teutonic lunacy that I’d been seeking was in full swing, with the crowd right behind underdog, Philipp Petzschner, in the match with Haas. The underdog had his chances and had Haas resorting to his familiar rants, but alas it was to no avail and I had to put myself through the tedium of another Sharapova match.
Same dress, same result. The crowd surely must be looking for refunds about these night matches so far – total waste of time fare that should be played in the mornings, as opposed to at prime time, where excitement not tedium is required. There was the 20km ladies walk final live on Eurosport from the World Athletics and this seemed more appealing than watching Sharapova whilst waiting for The Magician v Blake.
Santoro made the wait worthwhile, when he bamboozled Blake with a few amazing shots from his repertoire of dinks and slices and levelled the match twice from a set down and forced a fifth set. Blake had never won a five-setter in nine attempts before tonight and he just squeezed past an exhausted Santoro, who clearly loved his night’s work and will be missed when he eventually hangs up his racquet. Now that was entertainment!
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