I've never been Roger Federer's biggest fan. In fact, I used to dislike him in the extremes—he has made some unsavoury comments about my beloved Rafa in the past, and THAT is generally unforgivable.
This year, however, I granted Roger a new leaf in my tennis book. Or is it a new page? I don't know...
However, regardless of whether he gets a leaf, a page or an entire book to himself, it would appear I was right to grant him so.
He has, in my opinion, done—or at least attempted to do—the one thing which could regain him credit with me. That is, he got a coach—or I should say, appears to be trying to find himself a coach.
And to that I say, about time. I abhor arrogance of any kind, and to say you don't need a coach when there are multiple players against whom you have a losing record...Well, need I say more?
Anyway. Back to the point. I am ill right now. And as I lay on my sickbed, desperately to distract myself from feeling lousy and miserable, I came across an article sent to my email inbox.
Telling me of Roger and Mirka's new cause for celebration (God knows they needed one, after Roger's last few months).
MIRKA IS PREGNANT!! Had I heard the news when I was healthy, I would have been happy for sure—but to hear it when I was really needing something to cheer me up and take my mind off things...Well, this more than did the job. The joy of a new baby...It is an incredible thing.
So, I guess all that is left to say is, congratulations Roger and Mirka! Anyone else hearing wedding bells ringing? There were definitely rumours of outings to ring shops last year...
But anyway, I hope the two of them have a happy life together, with the imminent addition to their family. Once again, congrats!!