Boo who?

So the crowd gave shirtless Nadal a serve. “You cannot be serious!” The guy has skin as smooth as a Plexipave court, a six-pack rack and a pair of abs that volleys of fans would queue up to squeeze.

The Swiss was cheesed off, the trainer had his hands full of a near-naked bull and the crowd hissed. It was great theatre. Were the spectators blinded by the tsunami of Spanish sweat or was there just too much love for Switzerland on the back of Tony’s straight sets win in Davos?

It’s game, set and match and still some are complaining about the actions of a few idiots courtside at Rod Laver Arena on Sunday night. Sections of the media have branded it as Australia’s day of shame. But isn’t that Australia Day?

Sure it was a distraction, but just a murmuring. “Move on people”, just as one does when passing through a fart cloud in a supermarket. Hold your nose, voice your disgust and shop on.

From booing elite athletes to calling some people monkeys, a bit of jeering, hooting and catcalling from the sideline is a sign of respec’. It’s the Ali-G way minus the gesticulation.

Better a boo than a squeal. Many a male sport head could watch Sharapova all day, and all night long if he got lucky, but as soon as her audible serve and ground strokes kick in, its time to leave the room. There’s no booing the squeal. Why not?

Stan is the man. He aced the Joker, beat Berdych and is now World No3. The first player ranked outside the ‘big four’ to win a Grand Slam Final since Del Potro. It’s a pity he will be more remembered for playing in a final lost by Nadal, not won by Wawrinka. Not valid in my view.

Rafa put the night’s antics all in perspective when he declared it to be “Just a bad day. But lot of people in the world have lot of very tough days. I am not this kind of person, so I feel very lucky.” Winning words. I just hope the trainer has restrung his back and his crutch crawlers before he reappears on centre court.