After many hours of standing around in a sub-optimal queuing system at Roland Garros, I managed to get into a couple of matches. One of them featured the awesome Nadal, but that was definitely less exciting than...
... the unseeded Frenchman playing a seeded Swede. I have never seen such a lopsided and parochial crowd, cheering everything the patriot won and every single mistake the outsider made. The poor Swede, I swear, was a victim of great psychological ops and seemed to fold and quit, despite winning the first set. The French guy won.
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