I’m too emotional to write in a coherent manner, so I’ll let Rudyard Kipling do the talking, with a line from my favourite poem;
“If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man my son!”
Robin deserves so much fucking credit for his incredible run. He, for the second consecutive year, defeated the World #1 and defending champion, this time Roger Federer. He played brilliant tennis to come through a tough 5 set semi against Berdych.
As I’ve recently admitted, mainly thanks to our Queen Vitch Jills, I am becoming a Sod fan. He plays some amazing tennis, and is genuinely hilarious and awesome off court. Robin will now reach his career high ranking of World #6. Congrats on an amazing fortnight, dude. And good luck for Wimbledon. Hugs to Robin fans.
But today was about one man……
Rafa was more emotional than we’ve ever seen him after a match. He genuinely cried his heart out after winning his 5th Roland Garros title. He spoke of how difficult the last year was for him, what with the injury to the holy knees, the tear in his abdominal muscles, and seperation of his parents, and he thanked the crowd and his ever-present team for their support. He seems to be in a much better place now than he was last year, and I for one couldn’t be more proud to call myself a Rafa fan. He teared up again as the Spanish National Anthem, La Marcha Real, was played. Beautiful moment.
Massive hugs and love to all our fellow Rafa fans.