Always wanted to watch grand-slam tennis, so bought tickets to the Rod Laver Arena for Monday, day before Quarter finals. Saw both Williams sisters in combat, squeezed around Davydenko.
First off was the graceful Venus. Long, and athletic, she struggled a bit against an Italian opponent, whose name I don't remember. Great game. Grunts, service breaks and Venus running out as eventual winner.
Biggest talking point was her skin coloured knickers that looked like she wasn't wearing any. Loads of men had paid a fortune to watch tennis, only to consider the great debate as it were.
Nest off was Davydenko who struggled for 5 sets and 4 hours against a guy from Spain (again, can't remember his name) but quite an epic.
Problem was that the match everyone wanted to see was between the great Australian hope, Sam Stosur, and Serena. It didn't start until quite late into the afternoon session, which meant the TV company cut the match after the first set. Popular? Not.
The match was a bit of a Bambi vs Godzilla thing. Bambi had apparently won in their last encounter, but it was clear after about 3 points in wasn't going to happen twice.
Stosur has a fantastic physique. Athletic, slim, Amazonian. But Serena is like a prop forward with the strength to match. Her serve was about 50 km harder than Stosur's and not much under the guys from the last game. She was ruthless. A case of "hate to meet her on a dark night". You'd need a dark knight to save you. And if he had a tennis raquet in his hand, you'd still be chanceless.
Lovely doubles match on an exhibition court. Wilander and Laconte took on Masur of Australia and a really funny Indian bloke. Superb entertainment - and a bit of tennis too.
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