Bounce bounce bounce twitch twitch bounce bounce bounce bounce twitch bounce. LOOK UP. bounce bounce twitch bounce bounce twitch bounce bounce bounce. Finally serves... yay.
Also, plays with little variation and has matches where you expect the lobotomy stitches to work loose and the cauliflower his brain has been temporarily replaced with to fall out.
So yeah, Marin Cilic. Don't hate him, and off court he seems really nice, but boy can his matches be a frustrating chore to watch.
Going back in time:
- Monica Seles. At one time I watched as much women's tennis as men's until she came along and screeched all enjoyment away.
- Pete Sampras. Gormless looking divot. Charm free, up his own arse far enough to know what the back side of his uvula looks like and hasn't become any easier to like since he retired either.
- Pat Cash. Never got over him beating my Ivan in that Wimbledon final! Boo.
It's fair to say I wasn't fond of young Rafa. The greasy mid length hair (commit one way or the other!), the stupid shorts and sleeveless shirts, the excessive grunting... the antithesis of Federer whose emergence in 2003 persuaded me to get back into tennis... then those Wimbledon finals happened and I couldn't do anything other than admire him.
AZverev's slam failures are too amusing right now to be irritated by him. If he still has that already outdated 1D hairdo in 5 years time and is sweeping up at the majors I might have changed my mind.