Some photos from yesterday

I am always a day behind with posting any photos that I take, however, I can say in my defence that the web site comes first, so any shots I might have to process must wait until the official ones are done. Anyway, I am in-between official duties at present, so here are a few shots from the Jankovic vs Tanasugarn match yesterday. It was played on Court 18.






- Weird Al Jankovic stashes a ball before serving.
- The crowd at the opposite end of the court to me.
- Jankovic looks to the heavens for inspiration. Turned out not to be her day on court.








- Tamarine Tanasugarn carefully deliberates over which ball to use.
- She then bounces it a couple of times on her racquet.
- Jankovic receives treatment for an injury that severely hampered her performance. Nevertheless she managed to look up and flash a smile.
- Ignoring the injury she pressed bravely on with the game.








- The Wimbledon towel provides a moment of comfort for an embattled player.
- Despite the leg injury, Jankovic returns with a strong forehand.
- But Tanasugarn says 'Right back atcha'...
- ... and celebrates her win with a high pitched squeal of delight.

More imagery and words later. I say that a lot eh.

At the end of the day...

As pretty much everyone who appears on the Keremy Jyle show says at some point, at the end of the day right, at the end of the day, tennis is not a game of two halves. There is no time limit, the match ends when one player wins the required number of sets. Last night Andy Murray performed what some might describe as a miracle, turning the game around and coming back from le mâchoires de la défaite at the hands of Gasquet. Murray blew a gasket? Well, he blew his credibility by showing off a bicep in a manner that would have been reminiscent of a young Schwarzenegger, save for the fact that Arnold actually had muscles that could carry off such a gesture, whereas Murray's Adam's apple is more impressive than the chicken wing he displayed. OK, I know, it was a gesture more designed to suggest he has the strength to go for five sets, which would mean that his game has matured, but such posturing was lost on us at least (and revealed a degree of immaturity?), and his actions met with a fair amount of derision.

So, Henman Hill will now be known as Murray Molehill, and Murray will fight on in the next round. Maybe the hill should be known as Murray Mump, given his surly head down approach to the post match interview. Getting back to my original point, the match went on until it was almost dark, and so we had a late one here (no change there then). Once the last grainy photo had been prepared for the site (they were grainy thanks to the near darkness and necessarily high ISO numbers that the photographers had to use to get a shot), we wearily made our way to the car, and did not get back until gone 11pm. Ten minutes of driving around looking for a parking space delayed the last cup of tea of the day further.

Whilst drinking said tea, sitting at a table in the back garden of our rented terraced house, I processed some photos that I had taken earlier in the day. I will post them shortly.

The mood in the room today is good, the sun is out, the site has a massive amount of traffic, and another long day of tennis stretches ahead of us... oh, and before I forget, a pinch and a punch on the first day of the month, and no returns.