Paul Daniel's Views On The World, For What They're Worth

I sat down and watched Sam Stosur play Francesca Schiavone in the final of the French Open last night, flicking between that and the Socceroos playing the USA.

It was a fantastic effort by both ladies to reach the final, neither of them being “stars” in the women’s game. Schiavone’s tactic of rushing the net on clay was interesting, but it worked, helped largely by the depth she was getting on her drives.

What was the best part of the game? To see two sportswomen who didn’t make absurd screaming noises everytime they hit the ball, who dressed as though they were there to play sport, not to go to a cocktail party, and who played the game in an appropriate respectful spirit.

Maybe there is some hope for women’s tennis.

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