Sunday, 11 October 2009

Shanghai, October 2009

Here we go, hopefully it'll be a Shanghai surprise for my Big Pixie ...

Had an afternoon in the garden ... heavy, heavy labour. I have trouble bending tonight ... think I'll go lie on the floor. The one bonus, the snot has disappeared!

Tournament Name: SHANGHAI ATP MASTERS 1000–Presented by Rolex
Location: SHANGHAI, P.R. CHINA
Dates: OCTOBER 11-18, 2009 (Sunday Start)
Prize Money: US $5,250,000 (US $3,240,000)
56 MAIN DRAW/28 QUALIFYING DRAW

SITE: Qizhong Tennis Center
No. 5500 Yan Jian Road
Minhang District, Shanghai 201111 PR China
SURFACE: Hard court
BALL: Head/Penn
PRIZE MONEY: U.S. Dollars–Paid by ATP
WEB SITE: http://www.shanghaimasters1000.com/2009/en/

Qualifying draw: Friday, October 9, 9:00 p.m.
Main draw: Saturday, October 10, 3:00 p.m.
Doubles draw: Saturday, October 10, 6:00 p.m.

ATP Ranking Points
W: 1000
F: 600
SF: 360
QF: 180
R16: 90
R32: 45 (Seeds 1-8: 10)
R64: 10 (WC: 0)
Q: +25
Q14: 14
Q28: 0

Entry deadine: August 31, 2009
Seeding: October 5, 2009

OUT Federer, Roger SUI 1
OUT Murray, Andy GBR 2
3 Nadal, Rafael ESP 3
4 Djokovic, Novak SRB 4
5 Roddick, Andy USA 5
6 Del Potro, Juan Martin ARG 6
7 Tsonga, JoWilfried FRA 7
8 Davydenko, Nikolay RUS 8
9 Simon, Gilles FRA 9
10 Verdasco, Fernando ESP 10
11 Gonzalez, Fernando CHI 11
12 Soderling, Robin SWE 12
13 Monfils, Gael FRA 13
OUT Nalbandian, David ARG 14
15 Robredo, Tommy ESP 15
16 Stepanek, Radek CZE 16
17 Cilic, Marin CRO 17
18 Berdych, Tomas CZE 18
19 Ferrer, David ESP 19
20 Wawrinka, Stanislas SUI 20
21 Haas, Tommy GER 21
OUT Querrey, Samuel USA 22
23 Blake, James USA 23
24 Kohlschreiber, Philipp GER 24
25 Ferrero, Juan Carlos ESP 25
OUT Fish, Mardy USA 26
27 Mathieu, PaulHenri FRA 27
28 Karlovic, Ivo CRO 28
29 Hanescu, Victor ROU 29
30 Andreev, Igor RUS 30
31 Troicki, Viktor SRB 31
32 Hewitt, Lleyton AUS 32
33 Almagro, Nicolas ESP 33
34 Chardy, Jeremy FRA 34
35 Sela, Dudi ISR 35
OUT Tursunov, Dmitry RUS 36
37 Lopez, Feliciano ESP 37
38 Melzer, Jurgen AUT 38
39 Petzschner, Philipp GER 39
40 Beck, Andreas GER 40
41 Monaco, Juan ARG 41
42 Kunitsyn, Igor RUS 42
43 Benneteau, Julien FRA 43
OUT Santoro, Fabrice FRA 44
45 (SE)
46 (Q) Bellucci, Thomaz BRA
47 (Q) Llodra, Michael FRA
48 (Q) Kubot, Lukasz POL
49 (Q) Fognini, Fabio ITA
50 (Q) Mayer, Florian GER
51 (Q) Schuettler, Rainer GER
52 (Q) Chiudinelli, Marco SUI
53 (WC) Zeng Shao-Xuan CHN
54 (WC) Gong Mao-Xin CHN
55 (WC) Safin, Marat RUS
56 (WC) Gulbis, Ernests LAT

Monday's OOP is out.
http://www.atpworldtour.com/posting/2009/5014/op.pdf

Saturday, 3 October 2009

Beijing, October 2009

What can I say? I texted my very own Fairy Godmother today in a legal drug-induced haze from beneath my quilt asking that she call 999 on my behalf. In this frenzied trip, I had imagined that my Big Pixie had flattened Gonzo in just over an hour, 3 and 4, after 6 defeats at his hands. My Big Pixie had been totally in command throughout the match and had played magnificently. The first serve was flawless and in the 5th game of the first set, he'd manfully pushed aside any opportunity to choke and lose the match thereon in.

I was aghast. My head was befuddled with snot and Lem-Sip. And I'd just avoided a crisis when I realised the hankies were downstairs at match point. After a blast into a lone hankie lurking in my pocket, I came to my senses and realised that this was in fact, reality. My Big Pixie was back. He meant business. At last.

I was brought back to earth with a bump when I realised that not only would he be playing Rafa in the quarters, I had already announced my martyred return back to work tomorrow and would now not be privvy to seeing the match. (What an arse).

I shall be checking live scores tomorrow and crying into my keyboard, irrespective of the score, as I will not be witnessing the match. (What an arse).

Coaching tips to be ignored by my Big Pixie, as ever. Git.

Try to keep the ball low - Rafa's wee knees are struggling these days.
Keep the rallies going - as above. Remember, you are an expert at coming in these days.
Focus - you have got absolutely nothing to lose.
Go for it - play your shots. You're amazing ... when you don't think about it too much.

FG

PS Serena lost today. What a shame.

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

Good start Marat. Well done on your win against Petzschner (glad I don't have to spell that one much more) - now listen to your Fairy Godmother and keep it up. She gives you free coaching - take advantage.

Monday, 28 September 2009

Bangkok, September 2009

Aloha, just got back from Pitlochry yesterday ... and had a stinking cold the whole week. Think all the hotel guests thought I had swine flu. I didn't. Just a snotty nose and a high temperature ... baggy, red-rimmed eyes ... constant sneezing, sweating, wheezing and coughing. Other than that, I was damned gorgeous - although it's only me saying that. At least I managed to sit relatively quietly through 5 plays at the theatre ... although I did almost hyperventilate early in the week whilst trying to suppress a cough at a key point of a play. Swear I thought one of the attendants was ready to start CPR on me.

Anyway, for a short period of time we can still comment on the Big Yin's farewell tour before he goes mountaineering full time. Apparently he won his doubles match with Simon today (you listened to me, for once, my Big Pixie). Well done to both of them. God practice for the singles. Tomorrow my Big Pixie plays Petzschner. Hope it's on a livestream ... and I ain't sitting at work wheezing over the keyboard.

FG

PS The Davis Cup tie probably brought on the breakdown in my immune system. What an utter disaster. John Lloyd plays someone who has never played a DC rubber in the decider that would decree who ends up relegated to the Rubber Duck Zone. Aaaargh. Think Andy will be telling them to get stuffed when it comes to future DC ties. Fleming and Skupsi should have been in the team for the doubles. They are showing a lot of flair at the moment as a team.

Think I will apply for John Lloyd's job when it comes up.

Friday, 18 September 2009

Hallo! Hallo! Boys, girls and anything in between, the bitch is here!

Thank you, Fairy Godmother, for letting me in and for having such an initiative! I have considered it myself, but I'm afraid I'm way too lazy... with fans like me, Big Yin's precious memory would be lost for the generations to come! Pretty much like Atlantis and I’m not sure the human race could make it again.

Anyway, looking forward to share maratful and maratless topics with all those wonderful people around the world, who share our interest in all things Marat Safin, global warming and similar major topics!

And although I didn't check it with FG, I hope that no restrictive, official-forum-like policies apply here... as I intend to make a complete full of myself by discussing anything and everything that was tabu on the other forums (yes, that kind of things!)!

Big Yin better provides some proper subjects pronto and restrains himself from suing me!

Kisses,

Late Masha of the late TGFR

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Technical arse-up: number one, September 2009

Don't reboot!!!

Having now had a flurry of queries on how to post a comment, I've read up on the technical bits of this bloggy thingy.

Apparently I must 'invite you via your email address'. Send me a personal message via tgfr with your email, and I'll add you in. Good grief. I thought this would be a skoosh ... I set up a post and then you could comment. Plus, I'm only allowed 100 authors who can post - everybody else can 'read only'.

You may also have to register to be a member ... sorry guys. My only other option would be to open it 'to the world' ...

Even I ain't that daft. LMAO.

FG

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

TGFR crew

Okay guys, time to hit the keyboard again and christen this blog thingy.

I hereby officially open this blog and welcome you in to indulge once more in our rants on tennis, life after the Big Yin ... and anything else that takes our fancy in the world of literature, the performing arts, politics ... beach volleyball (?)

I'll get a few threads going for you all at the weekend. Now, I'm heading to bed ... last night's USO final has hit what's left of my brain cells. I'm a gibbering wreck ... and nobody's noticed.

Worrying.

FG