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30 June 2009

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M'Lord,
I think HRH Prince Michael is well used to being humiliated by Eastern European slatterns by now. He is married to one after all, albeit that she was born under the tin-pot dictatorship of the frightful Herr Hitler. I imagine he enjoys it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Michael_of_Kent

How foolish of me. I meant the Duke of Kent, of course - not Prince Michael. Edward is a delightful chap, and a fellow Catholic on the sly (though one is not supposed to mention that) and he certainly does not deserve to be "dissed" (as I believe the yoof say) by some Ova from the Eastern Bloc.

But yes, Princess Michael is a frightful creature. How lucky for Edward that he isn't married to her.

Yes, bring back some respect and tradition. We all know little Leyton could do with some decorum.

In fact, what is a proud Australian to do tonight when Hewitt is playing Roddick?

It's quite a dilemma. Most times when he's playing you can enthusiastically support the other bloke, but, it gets a bit complicated when the other bloke is a fast and loud talkin' Yank. One needs the wisdom of Solomon - maybe we cut them both in half and feed them to the Yugoslavians.

I suppose the ideal scenario is that they're both forced to retire on the very same point. Perhaps Roddick could tear his hamstring while belting the ball into Hewitt's nose at 240 KPH.

The CEO.

I take that all back.

Go Lleyton.

Go like the wind...

Oh dear, nervous start from little Lleyton.

Surely Roddick's racquet is illegal though - how the devil else does he generate so much pace?

I wish Lleyton would stop wearing his hat backwards.

It was passable when he was 16, a bit embarrassing at 20, it's a downright abomination at 28!

So turn your silly hat around and lift your game.

Australia demands victory!

Magnificent weather I have to say.

A glorious green court. And a glorious blue sky. What a glorious sight.

All we need now is for little Lleyton to pull his finger out and his socks up and stop poncing around like nervous nelly.

OOh love game... more like it...

I'll be back shortly with more insight and analysis.

Now it's time for my exercise bike... time to burn a few calories and maintain the extraordinary muscular definition of my legs.

C'mon Lleyton, C'mon.

I say, old fruit, I hadn't realised Lleyton was playing. I've been watching that ghastly Scotchman give the Spaniard a good pasting - 2-0 in sets as I write.

Ah, now I see. First set to Roddick. Well, I shall cheer for my fellow member of the Empire - that is, Mr Hewitt.

Keep up the cycling, old bean. Calf muscles like pigeon's breasts are a splendid thing on a man.

G'day Croucho!

I was wondering whether you were at Wimbers today, rightfully stuffing your glorious, beastly frame with cream and strawberries. Lucky old chap you've surely been before.

Yeah, that Murray kid is quite a character - never seen a winning sportsman so economical with his smile. Makes the stoic Chicken Man of yesteryear seem like a showman. Still, bloody good to see a Brit through to the semis!

As for the main event: T'was a quality 2nd set. I could literally fell little Lleyton channeling my stamina and tenacity; I truly feel he couldn't have done it without me. I'm wondering whether Cadel could use me next week. I doubt I'd make it all the way to Paris but I'd be surprised if my prized pigeon breasts couldn't carry him to yellow atop Alpe d'Huez.

C'mon Lleyton...

Yes, I've been to Wimbers many times, old bean, but not so much lately - they've taken to inviting all manner of oiks to the Royal box and I really do find it quite intolerable. I have no desire to find myself sitting next to some Nigel Nouveau Richards from the world of the Media. Absolutely not.

I must say, and I hope you don't mind, but those yellow shirted colonials supporting Hewitt are quite ghastly. How on earth does the poor chap put up with such monstrous individuals following him around to every match? I am quite certain that I should lose on purpose just to escape them.

But it's not all bad - Hewitt's filly is a snorting specimen. Well worth a boffing, I should imagine.

These "tie-breaks" are a bad joke.

Roddick's racquet is illegal.

Ace. Ace. Ace. Rally. Ace.

C'mon Lleyton...

Hewitt is really starting to test my patience.

Does the little blighter realise he's representing an entire nation? Does he realise he's representing me?

... 29 aces to Roddick!

And Hewitt has started rubbing his nether regions...I think this match is lost.

Is it true that Hewitt has the most enormous todger?

Those annoying yellow shirt wearers call themselves the "fanatics".

The rest of us, myself included, call them the dipsticks.

Hewitt's filly is rather snorting. But, what about Roddicks? She could volley my serve anytime, I bet.

"Is it true that Hewitt has the most enormous todger?"

Urban myth I'm afraid - as it would hardly look out of place on a bumblebee.

But, good to see him mounting a comeback here nonetheless. Stay tuned...

Or rather return my serve then volley me once or twice after that...

2 sets a piece. We're back...

What a splendid match! Come along Lleyton! Come along!

And I must say, old chap, Hewitt does look rather endowed in the third leg department. One hates to peer too intently at a chap but, by golly, something is up in those nether regions!

Splendid match for sure!

But I've gotta say I wish the two of them would stop adjusting themselves at every opportunity. If it's not a tweak of the shirt, or cap, it's another rub of the face with a towel. They fair dinkum expend half their energy on these obsessive compulsive antics.

It's a blight on the game and it's distracting.

C'mon Lleyton.

The CEO

P.S I had my wires crossed; Lleyton does in fact cut a frightful figure in the change rooms. Of course, it's actually Mark Philliposousous that has the most modest of todgers.

Heartbreak.

C'mon Murray...

Ah, dash it! I had hoped that Lleyton would pull through. It's a frightful shame. I find Roddick terribly robotic.

So yah, good luck Murray, old bean.

But let's face it: Federer is the most civilised chap left in the tournament.

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