rolling, rolling, rolling - keep your aces rolling, ree-kard!

Guess who just watched Richard Gasquet deliver the most delightful win over that overbearing, overhyped, snoty-nosed irratating Andrew Murray! GOSH, it's good to see Reekard back in action, dancing those toes away all over the court, driving them balls at impeccable angles, swooshing his follow-through and decidedly meeting it in the other hand - it's so GOOD to see the kid's finally found himself. Gasquet, being one of the three promising untouched fruits of 2005 (apart from Monfils and That Spanish Kid, Whats His Name), and unfortunately being the least of the trio to live up to the drill (Monfils might have taken a while to find his place, but let's not forget his wonderful clay and hardcourt run that FINALLY saw him break through last year, after some, shall we say, dissapointing starts).

But shove all that in a Penn can, Gasquet has found his rhythm: his backhand is his heavy artillery, and his footwork is his shield - the kid is pure shot-making class (and is great to watch on on-days like the Toronto Semi). The serve, as awkard and painful as it looks, is magum opus. The nose goes tartar red and the cheeks stay drained - he doesn't grunt like an Andreev - he rarely smiles at a sweet shot (except when it's really, REALLY sweet), and you prolly won't hear many words from him during a match - and my, he's so pretty! GO REEKARD!

Just too bad he plays You Know Who in the final.



Aww, it's just ALWAYS fun to see Murray lose :D