Clay expert? Pfffff…

She’s a clay expert and in the French Open semifinal? Pffff… irrelevant fact.

Sam Stosur has many, many more talents. For example: her interviews never fail to amuse. In her recent interviews it becomes clear, the banana bender’s not only an Aussie English expert… 

…she could very well have a degree in French. 

 

 

Best of: Cow on Ice

Maria Sharapova couldn’t believe it herself. It was the first time she plummeted on the dirt in this clay season. Well done, Maria.

Honestly, I think this one looked almost choreographed. She won the point against Zakapalova, who was not amused.

Here are the classic stumbles. The face-down in Rome 2011 is my all-time favourite. Sorry, RG 2012, but you cannot keep up with the fall in Rome.

Stosur vs Errani: Clay GOATs semifinal clash

Sam Stosur is through to her third semifinal at the French Open. The Aussie defeated Dominika Cibulkova 6-4 6-1 by successfully executing her game plan from the first “Reprise” to “Jeu, set et match”. Kicking her serve over the diminutive Slovak’s head Stosur backed it up with her heavy topspin forehand, a playing style Cibulkova compared to a man’s game and which is especially effective on red clay, Stosur’s favourite surface.

In her next match Stosur will clash with yet another ankle biter. First time slam semifinalist Sara Errani is only 1.64 m (or 5 ft 5 in), but the Italian took out 10th ranked Angelique Kerber and has proven herself to be one of the best clay court players of the season, winning three titles on the red surface.

The H2H between the two players is 5-0 in favour of Stosur, but Errani is having a great run on clay this year and at Roland Garros.  Errani’s advantage: she has nothing to lose. Stosur’s advantage: experience in big Grand Slam matches. I expect a great and tantalizing match between these two clay lovers.

Just a first round match…

I can’t recall any other match today than the Serena Williams/Virginie Razzano encounter. To be honest, I can’t recall any of the match’s games except the last. 24 minutes. 8 match points. 5 break points. Court Philippe Chatrier had turned into a madhouse with the French crowd going nuts at each of Razzano’s points, booing the chair umpires decisions and singing and chanting.

900 kilometers away in my office, I was standing in front of the screen screaming. I was laughing hysterically. My hands went numb.

This is what tennis does to you. And this is why I love tennis.

Oh, and Razzano won.

(Not once did I get the feeling Razzano would choke this away, even though Serena came back from 0-5 in the decider winning three straight games and Razzano was cramping badly throughout the last set. Not once did she gave the impression she would let go of this. You just can’t help thinking she was not so much playing against Serena, 13-times Grand Slam champion and one of the favorites going into this year’s Roland Garros, but rather playing for someone.)

“Tennis is at it’s best when it isn’t about tennis at all.” Great read about the match by Lindsay Gibbs.