This is what he does. “Oh, it’s a nice day today. I think I’ll play.” And then takes a brute like Ferrer in a good match, but hardly an epic battle: 2-6 (yesterday’s set), 6-1, 6-4, 6-2 — and goes to the final tomorrow against Murray.
I gotta say one thing about my man Nole though, as petulant as he can be. He’s the most gracious winner-or-loser, no matter what. There’s always a sincere smile, an acknowledgement full of respect, and a warmth to his response to any match — the mark of a true athelete. What he said about Ferrer today, before or after with the commentators, was such a (rightful) praise of Ferrer as a player that it left a lump in my throat.
Tomorrow is Murray, man. I’ve made a solemn tama that I’ll have to fulfill if Djok wins. Let’s see.
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