"Yesterday...the man from Majorca acknowledged that seeing his friend and rival...break down after their latest final...had tempered his own joy."
"[It] was tough situation, a tough moment for him more than me," Nadal, who was moved to comfort a weeping Federer, said yesterday. "But for me, too. Roger is, we have a relationship and was tough moment for him … too much emotion is there yesterday, no? But probably in the future when we see that moment on the TV it's going to be nice, but when you live that moment, it's tough. Because I can't enjoy 100 per cent the victory because I saw him cry."
Ok, now what's this?
Ha ha ha plop.
That's me laughing my head off at the poor emo-heads at the top of world tennis.
Having at first felt sad for my dear wouldn't-hurt-a-ladybug friend Roger Federer I've quickly developed sporting compassion fatigue.
"I can't enjoy 100 per cent the victory because I saw him cry" - bah! Try reading the newspaper; that'll make you cry! Try getting to sleep when the temperature moves from a scorching 38 degrees during the day to a still and sticky 30 degrees at night! Try wearing a hat on a windy day!
Come on boys, suck it up. At least you've still got your millions of dollars, your sponsorship deals and your fly-around-the-world-playing-a-happy-game-of-racquet-and-ball lifestyle. Doesn't sound too bad to me.