One more pathetic little Serena hater from Australia.
Notice own of his complaints is about her handbag.
Then, he justifies everything by finding reasons to hate Federer. How much convoluted thinking went into this article! Let us defend our Serena hating with an imagined hating of Federer. A great brain going to waste here I am sure.
Australians - wake up. Your hateful little Hewitt is past his prime and your Stosur and Molik are no where near Serena.
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Sydney Morning Herald
http://www.smh.com.au/news/tennis/i...dislike-federer/2007/01/27/1169788740582.html
I hate to admit it, Serena, but we can even dislike Federer
Richard Hinds
January 28, 2007
SERENA Williams calls them - OK, she calls us - the haters. The people whose sole aim is to bring her and her fellow stars down. Belittle their achievements. Mock their failures. Provide massive global exposure for their sponsors and make them millionaires.
Actually, she might not have mentioned the last two things. But you get the picture.
Never mind the endless pages of glowing endorsements, straitlaced acknowledgement or simple recording of athletic achievement you will see in this and similar publications. Apparently, we are just low-life haters.
So if we're going to hate, let's not pick soft targets like the younger Williams shoving her ubiquitous sponsored handbag in the cameraman's face or mouthing an endless stream of graceless excuses. No more picking on Lleyton Hewitt and his po-faced entourage. We'll even leave the Scud alone to hobble on to the dance floor in pursuit of more celebrity totty.
We are going to prove Serena's theory that we are all a pack of haters by loathing the unloathable. We are going to hate Roger Federer.
I didn't say it was going to be easy. Here is a champion athlete who carries himself with such class, dignity and good humour that, for the normal person, he would be almost impossible not to like. The man chats with strangers in the corridors at Melbourne Park, is humbled in the presence of tennis legends, is genuinely overwhelmed by the tributes his vast accomplishments inspire and grunts only when lifting heavy objects. What's not to like?
Well, let's start with his looks. "Pretty average," is my resident female expert's opinion (I'm obviously not comfortable enough with my own sexuality to start rating other men). "If he wasn't a superstar you might not give him a second look."
Don't you just hate these plain superstars taking space in the magazines where the ultra-hunks should be? But our vicious assault on Federer does not stop there.
We hate him because he remains in a stable relationship with his long-term girlfriend, Mirka Vavrinec. Oh no, you won't see goody-two-shoes Roger bed-hopping from one Hilton to the next (the sisters, we mean, not the hotel). He has too much class to give pudgy, balding hacks like me any vicarious pleasure by chalking up a decent strike rate with supermodels. Don't you hate that?
We're figuring we can work up a bit of hate about that oh-so-humble in victory routine too, even if his tears of joy are entirely genuine.
Like when he was asked after his Australian Open semi-final against Andy Roddick what sort of legacy he would like to leave. "I would just like to be remembered as one of the nice guys," he said with heart-warming sincerity. You've got to hate the ego.
And the way he plays - definitely hate-worthy. It took cynical coaches trying to push teenage champions out of their sweat-shop academies years to eliminate such arcane, hard-to-learn practices as the serve and volley and single-handed backhand.
Yet here is Federer, pushing the game back into the dark ages with his insistence on entertaining crowds by playing the old-fashioned way. Hate you, Feds, just hate you.
Besides, how is my eight year-old supposed to imitate that shot Federer played the other night? The one when Roddick smashed a short ball back at him and he swept a backhand half-volley winner off his shoelaces as if he were waving a conductor's baton. Role model? Huh!
See, Serena, you were right. We can hate anyone. It's just that you make it so much easier.
Source: The Sun-Herald
