OK, I get into big fat moods and cannot leave a record alone. But this is fantabulous. Nowhere near as good as 'The Snake' or 'By Yourself', but, hey you cannot have everything. Or can you?
Ms Laura Robson just smacked her way into the last 16 by having belief. And I feel sorry for Ms Erakovic, cos she didn't choke, she was just overwhelmed by a partisan crowd and a bloody proud player. Ms Robson admits she was whacked by the big serves in the first set, but the second and third showed how nerves win and lose matches. Any sport - Sir Claret and his 'squeaky bum time'.
And the young lady did Darn Well. (Black Merda, again, sorry but so effing good.)
Short, hopefully sweet to the sports people, and well-intentioned. I even sent the lady a Tweet, though I am not Harry Styles. I have children older than that and it don't wash with me.
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