Justice for Roddick.
Oft my good companion Andrew haz been painted az mere eye-candy for ze ladyz,
all brawn and no brainz, az a meathead, and sportz junkie without a clever thought
in hiz pretty little head. But dis false perception of Andrew haz been created by a
corrupt and prejudiced media, intent on diluting hiz truly great mind, for they fear ze
commoner will not comprehend ze inner workingz of dis marvellouz enigma.
Ze Grosjean feelz it hiz duty, since he waz present with Andrew in ze press room
after hiz loss to Marcos, to detail ze unedited unaltered version of some of Roddickz
remarkz that day, and show ze world what a complicated, eloquent fine young man
he really iz...
Baghdatis bt. Roddick 6-4 1-6 6-3 6-4.
Q: Andy, you must be tired after that loss, would you like a drink?
Ah for a draught of vintage!That hath been,
cooled a long age in the deep-delved Earth,
smelling of flora and the country green,
dance, Provencal song and sunburnt mirth!
Q: We only have Lucozade.
That will do.
Q: You must be disappointed.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more: it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Q: Pissed huh?
Very. Damn Cypriots.
Q: You seemed to be coming in a little more than usual, was that a deliberate strategy?
Someone once said that the coward dies many times, but the brave man only once.
Q: ...And the stupid man gets knocked out in four sets against a 20 year old with a ponytail?
Something along those lines.
Q: Americans have performed badly in this tournament, what do you put that down to?
Observe the river, my good friend. It ebbs and flows. Observe the Sun; it rises and falls.
Observe the stars; they shine bright one moment, then the next, a cavernous cloud,
blocks from our view, their radiance.
Q: ...Observe the Americans...they suck at tennis?
Q: What do you feel is going wrong out there?
What is wrong? What is right? What is truth? But thin veils with which we mask the world
and all its sordid unsightly secrets?
Q: So...your volleys still suck then?
Q: What do you think of Baghdatis? How far can he go?
How far can any man go? But to the depths of despair or the heights of the heavens?
What did Columbus prove nigh on centuries ago? To all of mankind and his timorous
doubts? What did Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin prove that fateful day
when they trod the orbital disc of white in the night sky?
Q: Top ten?
Probably win more trophies than me.*Begins to tear*
Q: Where do you go from here Andy?
I shall boldly go where men for centuries have gone when weary of the world, and
stricken with melancholy. Where the sun hath never shined its sovereign eye, nor
e’er the moon superimposed its graceful pleasantry.
Q: A strip club?
Yeah. And I might give Paris Hilton a call.