Where the oranges grow...

After a pretty good week in Cincy I have had a few days off here in Florida and some great practices in the horrible, horrible humidity. It's a joke how thick the air feels here during the summer. But first a few words about last weeks tournament.

Like I said in the last post, my tennis felt like it was on it's way to where I want it to be. And it continued in Cincy. We played a tight first match against a good team in Murray/Peers and the we played a very solid match against Dodig/Melo. Nice to get a win against a team that obviously was in great shape having played the final in Toronto the week before. 

The quarters was a very tight affair where I think we should have won the first set in the tiebreak we played, but didn't. But we did win the second only to play a horrible superbreaker. Nothing went our way really. Congrats to Sam and Steve, but would have rather said bad luck to them to be honest.

So straight from Cincy to Florida and a day at the beach and relaxation. After that I had 3 great days of practice with Peya/Soares and Rojer/Tecau. 2 hours in these conditions feels like 6 hours anywhere else. Kinda... Hopefully it will help and make New York feel like an ice bucket. Speaking of ice buckets, go to my Instagram and see my ice bucket challenge for ALS. (Iwas wondering when my nomination would come.)

Tomorrow I am off to the Big Apple and I can not wait to get there. To come to one of my favorite cities in the world and my great friends living there! Definitely one of the best times of the year.

Leaving Toronto. Robbed.

Well, this is something new for me. I am leaving Toronto not having lost a single match, but still didn't win the tournament. I didn't know if I should write about it or not, but the anger still lingers inside of me so I simply had to vent. We actually won the match against Ferrer/Garcia Lopez. We did. But two of the umpires did not see it that way. All four players saw it this way, but two umpires had a different meaning. 

Tennis is a fast sport and at times I can understand that it is hard to see if a ball is a few mm out or even a cm. But when a slow ball is played and it is over 2 cm's out, then no, then I have no understanding for it. I really don't. Any person with normal vision can see this. And when a huge, huge mistake like this happens on match point us and our opponents are on their way to say thank you for the match we just won... Well, then the umpires are not my favorite persons in the world. 

In my honest opinion, this was probably the worst mistake I have ever experienced as a player. And that it happened on match point is just too unbelievable. It is such a weird feeling. A feeling of something so unfair. We did all the right things, played very good after the first set and won the match. But didn't. 

Sure, we put ourselves in the position of a very tight match, but you do not expect it being snatched away from you like this. It was impossible for me to sleep. The aggression would simply not let go. And the day after when I forced myself to go and practice it was still there and it is just so tough to get out of your head.

I am not the first person to get robbed by a bad call. In any sport. I am not that ignorant or stupid to think so. But you can only talk about what you have experienced and this was the worst ever for me.

The only good thing I can take with me from the match is that I finally played good. Very, very good. And I will work hard to keep that going into the next week. So now I am on my way to Cincinnati to prepare there. As a winner, but a loser.

Washington bound.

Ok, that’s enough being lazy, Robbie. Time to get back to work and feeling like a complete beginner again. It never fails really, or rarely at least, after not hitting for a week or so. It is so demoralising every time. Feeling like everything on the court is a stranger to you. The ball, the surface, your own feet, you legs, your arm, your racquet. Nothing works in harmony and you overthink as well. Your timing is completely off. The thought, how am I ever going to get back into shape comes up every single time. It is hard to explain, but everything seems to go so much faster than normal and someone is holding you back as you try to keep up.

 

Being 37 years old and still doing this for a living should have it’s advantages. Should. Sadly my mind is only 17 years old so I struggle to believe myself at times. But I keep telling myself that hard work pays off and I will be hitting the ball great in no time. And normally that is the case.

 

Right now I am back in Germany again waiting for my flight to Washington. Well, it’s not MY flight… Not doing the PJs just yet. A city I really like, one of the few in the States. And a place I have played well in the past, so I am hoping for again of course. The only problem is that since me and Colin Fleming didn’t get in on the pre entry list, he is not sure if he wants to go there. So that means I have to find someone on site and sign in with. It has been many years since I flew to a tournament not knowing whom I would play with. But if I can’t find someone good to play with I might just go down to Florida to practice for a week. But let’s hope that is not the case this time.

 

This is one of the longer trips of the year, about 6 weeks over there. So packed the bags full and told New Balance to send the shoes to the hotel. So happy to be back in my hard court shoes that I love. Gonna need to use a few pairs for the first week. It is so hot and humid in D.C. that the shoes does not have time to dry over night so you have to alternate shoes. This and Cincinnati are probably the two toughest weeks to play during the season. Heat and humidity consider. It could be really horrible. The only place that has been worse playing for me was in India. Now that was a joke!!! Curry nam nam.

Break.

Well, the little break I planned to have after Båstad has started and as always it is going too fast. Way too fast. But then again, I seem to travel just as much when I am on a break as when I am not. I am in Munich now again too see the specialist here that I have been seeing for a few months now. As I am about to go to the States for almost 2 months we wanted to make a check up.

The fact that I haven’t touched a racquet since Swedish Open feels great but as always the closer I get to flying away to a tournament, the more stressed I feel. It never fails, it’s always the same. I wonder why many of us are like this. We need breaks, we do, otherwise we simply fry our brains and get injured. But when that break is actually happening, stress sets in because we are not playing tennis. I say we because I know a couple of other guys that are the same way. Didn’t want to write only me because that would make me sound like a complete nutcase. Which I am, but let’s not open that box now…

I am really looking forward to the hardcourt season. I love having the grip under my feet, feeling I can push off as I want. It’s the most fair surface in my opinion. This time I have to leave with a bit more of a relaxed state of mind. Lukasz is still injured and I had to go shopping for partners. The doubles supermarket, you know. I decided to play with Colin Fleming in Washington, but we ended up 1 out on the entry list. We should get in on site hopefully. And then for Toronto I entered with another Polish player, Matkowski. Huge serving man. Hopefully we can hold serve for a few matches and play some good tennis. After Toronto I hope to be back with Lukasz. Hope. I’m gonna leave the European summer this year with amazing memories of family and friends and amazing weather.

A shout out to my good friend and Davis Cup partner Johan Brunström who finally married his sweetheart Malin this weekend. I wish you nothing but happiness and health for the rest of your lives!

Relaxing time.

Well, that didn't really go as I hoped for. I didn't have very high hopes for the tournament here after Lukasz called me and said he was not coming. I really enjoyed playing with Andre Begemann but neither of us could really produce any tennis that wins tournaments like these. We both had problems controlling the balls and Chardy/Marach beat us fair and square. They were better than us. 

I played with the idea of playing Hamburg but I really need a break. So a few days off before I fly to Washington is hopefully just what the doctor ordered for me. I will go down to Munich once more to see my doctor there before I fly over to the big land in the west. My arm started bothering me again this week sadly. But before that I am not going to practice too much. Only fitness.

I struggle to see any positives when I lose, but the early loss meant spending some more time with my family and that helps a lot. Even though we probably have the family with the most crazy people, it is still our family. I am sure many of you know what that is like.

I can't wait to start the hard court season again. I prefer it so much more than clay. I am going to play Washington with Colin Fleming and after that I hope Lukasz will be back. Fingers crossed everyone!

 

 

Swedish Open.

I got a phone call yesterday that I really didn't want to get. Lukasz called me and said he is injured and can not make it here to Båstad. That sucks. Really sucks. Of course more for Lukasz than me since he is injured, but I was really looking forward to showing him the tournament and try to win it with him. 

So yesterday was a bit stressful to say the least. It is not easy to find a replacement the day before sign in closes. It is really difficult. Everyone I talked to really wanted to play but couldn't. It was a bit comical really. Everyone really wanted to play but couldn't for different reasons. Everything from already playing somewhere else to his brother getting married to staying at home because the wife is pregnant. All pretty valid reasons I have to say...

So, then I found out that someone else was in the same situation like me. His partner for the week is injured and he needed to play with someone. So Andre Begemann is coming to Båstad this week to play with me. First he asked if I was interested in coming to Stuttgart but I quickly told him that was not an option. Come on, it is Båstad after all. Obviously Stuttgart is an important tournament for a German, but he was more than fine in coming here. So, this week I am playing with a fellow Pepperdine University Alumni.

My first thought was to play with a Swede of course. I talked to our Davis Cup captain Fidde Rosengren to see who of the boys in our Davis Cup team was available to play. But then of course, both Marcus Eriksson and Isak Arvidsson are playing with each other. So it didn't feel right to split them and leave one of them without a partner. 

So now Båstad is not really going to be the way I planned but I will try my best to really do well here anyway. Andre is in good form having won Halle a couple of weeks ago, so hopefully we  can gel really quick and with a decent draw get the ball rolling quickly. Fingers crossed. Please!

Save me, Båstad!

Sometimes tennis is the best thing in the world, and sometimes it is the absolute worst thing in the world. Covered in shit, smothered with rotten eggs and wrapped in layers of poison ivy. Monday was such a day. And it hurts you. Physically hurts you even though you are not physically hurt. It was one of those days you can’t sleep after. You lie in bed and contemplate things you could have done, should have done, and why you do things at all. There is no escape for me when days turn out like this. Time is my only friend and yet at the same time, my enemy. Because I cannot make my friend go faster and to feel good, I need him to move quickly.

I never believed in comparing bad times with others or situations. You feel what you feel at the time you feel it. And this loss hurt me.

Luckily for me though, one of the absolute highpoints is coming up. My hometown tournament, Swedish Open. There is no tournament that I enjoy more than this one. All the time I have spent here and all the things I have done. I have mentioned it before but for any new readers, I used to be a ball boy here, I was a mascot here. (In a costume yes!!!! Not just as myself) So I have literally grown up with this tournament. And to have won it 3 times in a row, well that is just a joke really. A true joke I guess.

After Wimbledon I flew to Munich to see a doctor again to keep my body in check. I’m not a spring chicken anymore so I need regular check ups to try and keep everything in place. From top to toe.

Anyway, Båstad, it doesn’t just mean the tournament for me. It also means family. Most of my family lives around here and since I don’t get to see them so often, it really makes the whole week extra special. My family has been the backbone of my tennis career and they continue to be. Knowing that someone is there for you no matter what is what gives me the energy to continue. Nothing is more important to me. Family that is…

Middle Sunday.

So, the greatest day in tennis is almost over. Middle Sunday at Wimbledon. There is something very charming about this day. Something very civilized. Not sure how to explain it. After almost a full week of competing and battling, this Sunday comes as a white flag between us players and we tend to smile more than during the other days. I just love the atmosphere on the grounds during this day. From being so packed and so loud to so quiet and calm.

I love reaching the second week of a Grand Slam, but I can not say with a straight face that I have deserved it this time. We have only won one match and due to scheduling and weather we have now reached the second week. Not ideal because now the schedule will be very tight. But at least there are a lot of teams in the same situation.

We were hoping to play the day after Lukasz's 2nd round win, but since Lleyton couldn't finish his match they got pushed back to the next day. The the horrible weather yesterday got our match cancelled pretty early. Nothing to do but prepare as good as you can.

Coach Jonas Björkman arrived today and I forced him to come straight to the courts to practice with me. No rest for the wicked...

Tomorrow we have a very tough match like I said. We played Guccione/Hewitt in the first round in Paris and it was a battle. Now I hope we can come out on top again. Battle or no battle...

And we're off.

Well, if you can choose how to start a Grand Slam, I think our start is more or less what you would wish for. After a few tight games in the beginning we found our stride and kept the foot on the accelerator. For the most part of the match. 

Lukasz started out great and returned like a madman putting so much pressure on our opponents which made me feel less pressure on my return and after a few games we started connecting together. All the way to 6-2, 6-1, 5-1. Then something happened and the set got a bit tight. We served it out to 6-4 so we left the court happy. I talked to Jonas Björkman after the match and he said it is a good thing that it got a bit tight at the end so we had to deal with those emotions also. Maybe he is right. Wouldn't be the first time...

I on the other hand was not was not 100% satisfied so I asked Lukasz coach, Jan, if he could come with me to Aorangi (the practice site) to feed me some balls. I wanted to swing freely and get some speed in my arm. Of course he said yes, and we had a good 30 minutes of doing some drills. After that I felt better. And ready for the next round. Which is going to be a very tough one. We play Hewitt/Guccione. We had a battle against them in Paris and I hope we can get away with another W.

London.

So, this time the break in writing has not been my fault. For some reason I could not log into Squarespace. The site I use to blog for you. I have tried for days and just wouldn't let me. So if you are looking for someone to blame, then blame squarespace. Or the internet in Eastbourne. It was slow. So both of you who read my blog now knows where to take your complaints...

The grass season started great I think. I felt great in Halle, hitting the ball very clean and was happy as can be to be off the clay. Sadly the tournament ended in a way you never want to happen. But it does now and then and Lukasz should be fit for Wimby. Kinda happy about that!!!

So after we pulled out of Halle there was nothing to do but set my sights on Eastbourne. I wanted to play in Holland but the Beast (Max Mirniy) wanted to play in England. It is more convenient but I do prefer s'Hertogenbosch. (Yes, that is the name of the place.)

It was amazing to play with Max. His attitude is second to none. So positive and he keeps pushing you no matter what is happening. He could have the best attitude in tennis, singles and doubles.

We won close one against two very good doubles players in the first round only to lost disappointingly in the next. The Skupski brother connected when they had to, so our hats go off to them.

The only good thing about losing was that I could leave Eastbourne, which is beautiful but really boring, and come to London. I love this city. One of my top 5 favorite cities really. I always feel like home here. 

I will have a day or two off now. I really need it. Then  back to work preparing for the best tournament in the world.

Off to Munich.

Well, as happy as I was reaching the quarters in Paris it doesn't even compare to how disappointed I was/am losing in it. It was really not one of the best matches we ever played. I was not hitting the ball cleanly at all and we were a bit lost with our tactics and positioning. Too many holes between us.

But I also have to give credit where credit is due. They played a very good match and they are obviously seeing the ball big. Sam serves like a monster and did so against us. If you have ever returned a serve that comes at you at 210km/h you know how fast that is. But I have to tell you, to return a serve that comes at you at about 230km/h is a huge difference. Those 20km/h or so is a joke. The ball just rockets at you and to hit it clean, even if it is in your honeyhole, feels like impossible. Unless you are really on your game. Fascinating really. Wish I had a serve like that.

That Andery Golubev is a great ball striker is no secret. Sadly he was seeing the ball like a watermelon so he refused to miss much.  Difficult combination to play against. Just wish we would have made a better match. 

The last matches in a Grand Slam are obviously the most difficult ones to win. The teams that are there are there for a reason so you have to play better and better to win. But I think I can honestly say I will never get a better chance of winning the French. And I blew it. That fucking hurts.

Now I am on my way to Munich to see a specialist before I fly to Halle and start the grass season. The best season of the year. We all know that tennis should be played on grass and 99% of the calendar should be changed to grass tournaments. I am not biased at all... Eeeeeh!!!

There is something very charming about playing on grass. I do love it. It is just so classic. Difficult to put your finger on it really, maybe it is because so few tournaments are played on it so it just feels different. Or maybe it is simply because the best tournament in the world is played on it. Wimbledon.

Time to stock up on the allergy medicine since I am actually allergic to grass. A lot of sneezing to expect for the next month. As always...

Quarters.

If you would have told me before I would have had a hard time believing you. Especially how the margins had been against us leading up to the French. But that is the beauty of sport, isn't it? Everything can change at anytime. Kinda. Almost. 

Three very good matches from us so far. The 3rd round was finally played in the sun, so the conditions were very different. Fast and lively. Finally. But it was like playing a new tournament. When the sun comes out here, the courts get very slippery very fast. So it wasn't easy to find your grip. But unlike what I used to think earlier in my career, that does not just happen to me. It seems conditions are the same for everybody. Who would have thought?!?

But a very solid match from us and we are extremely happy to be in the quarters. Not too happy of course, just the right amount of happiness. 

We have had two days off now which is not ideal as you prefer to keep going. But it is what it is and we will be ready either way. After all the years of playing here at Roland Garros I have realized that this is the tournament who listens the least to the players. Or at all for that matter. It's like it's a constant battle between the tournament and the players. Sad really considering how much the other Grand Slams have improved.

So quarters tomorrow on the cool and "round" court 1. If you have been here you know what I mean. We'll be ready.

3rd round.

Well, who would have thought? We could win two matches in a row again. Happy days!!! 

Two great matches from me and Lukasz. It was a lot of fun to play Lleyton Hewitt. I never did. It is always fun to play the champions. Very tough combination that one. One of the best returners of the game and one of the best servers in Chris Guccione. We played some of the best we have since Australia and played a great third set to win the match. 

I know the second match meant a lot to Lukasz since he played his former partner Oli Marach. It is always a bit special when you do, so I knew I had to be sharp to help my partner. And luckily, we both were. We played a great first set and an even better second. And now we are hungry for more.

We play a "new" team in the third round. Ivan Dodig got an injury here and had to pull out of doubles before the draw was made. This didn't leave Marcelo Melo a lot of time to find a new partner for the tournament, but he found a good one in Erlich. And they have played great so far. Which often is the case when you play with no real expectations. Like we did in Australia kind of.

So we will have to continue our form and preferably step it up even more. Kinda easier that way. Or less hard...

We had an easy day today with just an hour hit and some gym work. Nice to take it a bit slow now and then and conserve the energy. Because like I said, we are going to need it in the next round!

Lost luggage.

So...it seems like waiting is all I am doing now a days. If it's not waiting for my matches...it's waiting for my luggage. At least this week it is. I arrived in Paris two days ago and am still waiting for my bags to be delivered from the airline. (Norwegian) That it takes two days to get your bags from a flight within Europe isn't really optimal, now is it? Having travelled all my life, I know these things happen, but that it takes this long is not something I have experienced before.

So I thought I would just write a few lines about how it affects you when you are somewhere to play tennis and not having your bags. First thing I did was to contact both Wilson and New Balance to see if they had any gear in Paris I could wear until my bags arrived. They did have, but I could only get it in the afternoon and obviously I had to try and practice so I had to figure something out. That meant shopping. I went and got what I needed to get passed the day and looked amazing onsite all covered in Gap. Or not... My sneakers in the gym was obviously the fashion statement of the year.

I could not practice any tennis yesterday since I had no shoes to play in. I picked some up at the Wilson suite yesterday evening so I can at least hit today. Obviously I will not be the best smelling guy onsite today, but hopefully my colleagues will survive... Or maybe I will smell better than usual. 

If it doesn't arrive today I'll probably snap and fly back home and pick some gear up and fly back the same day. Let's hope I don't have to. 

It's not a huge deal all of this, but as a professional athlete, you know that preparation is the key to success. And if you can't prepare the way you want to, then there is an unrest within you. And I promise you, that is something you really don't want. Especially before a Grand Slam. So deliver my fucking bag to me! Please.

Waiting game part 2.

I can honestly say that I have never experienced this before in my career. Two weeks in a row and a Thursday start. I feel like I am having a practice tour around south Europe. Kinda hope that there will be a win or 4 on this tour also...

So, came to Rome on Friday and have been practicing since then. Trying to stay away from the pollen here in Rome as best I can. Every year most of the players are running around with runny noses. But that is besides the point. I thought we would play on Tuesday almost but turns out we are on tomorrow. Obviously it is not easy with the scheduling when you play two singles guys. But tomorrow we are finally on.

It's gonna be extremely tough. Haas/Stepanek is not really a team you wanna play everyday. We have to play our very best. But I do like those challenges, knowing you have to perform.

To be honest I am kinda happy we didn't play today because it was borderline stormy here. Our practice court didn't even look like a clay court anymore. Most of the clay was blown away already so we have a slippery hard court practice, more or less.

Hoping for the wind to calm down for tomorrow. Or at least only blow on our opponents side.

The man with the funny hat.

Well, we could not have fought much harder than we did in Madrid. We never gave up. Even though it looked very dark for us. Set and a break down and Matka and Fryta was playing really, really good. Serving like monsters. We didn't have many chances at all. But out of nowhere we manage to break Matkowski when he is serving for the match. 

We keep on fighting and manage to turn the tie break around and win the second set. As we go down in the superbreaker also, we just tried to find a way to get back in it. And we did. All the way from 6-9 to 10-9. I will not forget the match point we had for a long time. Ball is in play and I get a forehand, exactly the one I was looking for. I hit it clean, I hit it good. But... (there is always a but isn't there?!?) I hit the tape and it pops up for an easy smash for Fyrstenberg. A few mm's and it would have been a winner. Game set match. But no, sadly sport is not fair. It never is and never will be.

We finished late, just before 22.00. Quick shower, book the flights to Rome, eat and get treatment. In bed by 01.30 and wake up at 05.45 to catch the flight. I felt like a zombie all day yesterday. 

But back on court today and had two good hours. First one with "Beast" Max Mirnyi and the second one with Peya/Soares. Then I took the afternoon off. felt I deserved it. So became a tourist for a day. I mean, what better place to be a tourist than beautiful Rome?

So we went to the Vatican. In all my years here i have never been there. Figured I should ask the man in the funny hat for some help winning the title here. But it was some sort of youth day and I was told 500.000 people where there. We came at the end, but at least I got to experience the biggest crowd of people I have ever seen .And the pope didn't have time for me.

Waiting game.

Sometimes when you are fortunate enough to have a bye in the Masters 1000 events, or have been successful enough, you have to wait longer than you expected to play your first match. And that is what i am doing now. I even contemplated arriving here on Thursday so I was sure to be ready for our match. Well, at least I can't blame it on not being prepared if we lose this one. Since Friday i have been practicing and practicing very good. 

Sadly me and Lukasz have not been able to have one practice together yet, but that is how it is when you play with a singles player. They play singles...And of course that is how it should be. I just prefer to practice with my partners so you can practice on different things and discuss different situations. Then again, we practiced a lot in Monte Carlo and Barcelona and that didn't go so well now did it?!?

Like I said in my last post, the ball really flies here and the conditions play really fast with very high bounces. When I get used to conditions like this I love them. The kick serve bounces to the moon. Or not really, but kinda feels like it. 

So we play Thursday because one of the pairs we are waiting for won Munich and only came here on Monday. So to be fair to them, the tournament gave them two days to get ready for this event. All good there.

And since Lukasz got in as a lucky loser instead of Roger Federer here we will not practice tomorrow. So I have to chase someone to hit with tomorrow and texted Swedish coach Maggo Tideman who coaches Jeremy Chardy and luckily enough they needed my services. It will be good to work on my reactions at the net with Jeremy. In case you didn't know it, he can pound the ball like a mad man.

And we're back..

So…after a few issues with this site I am back to writing. One issue being you actually have to pay your fees to keep it running it seems. Who would have thought…? Anyway, all charges have been paid and I will try to keep it that way. And the writing will be in only English from now on. My fingers is on strike against the dual language writing. Sorry people in Sweden, but I know you will handle it just fine.

It’s been a while since I last wrote, I do realize that, but you haven’t really missed much to be honest. Results have not been great, but been working hard as always so hoping it will pay off eventually.

The clay has started and as always I struggle in the beginning. It always takes a while for me to get used to it. I just can’t understand why that is, I mean, it’s not like it’s the first time I play on it!!! Maybe one day I will learn. I doubt it, but maybe…


Madrid is next up for me and Lukasz and we expect some very tough matches over here. It is a Masters 1000 after all. But hopefully we can raise our game and get the ball rolling. (No not that yellow ball.)  Also time to get used to the late dinners again. As a Swede it is always a bit of a change, especially since a lot of restaurants open around 21.00. My mum would have finished eating her dinner 3 hours before that. Different cultures, different ways of life. Manana banana…

Madrid is a tournament that has really improved in my opinion. It was pretty much useless a few years ago, but it has now grown out to its potential and last year they had the best clay courts in the world. After Roland Garros that is. Nothing beats those. I remember the first years I played here in Madrid when it was basically like playing the lottery in guessing where the ball would bounce. Not joking. But they have invested a lot of money in the courts and last year they were amazing.

So now it’s just time for me to get used to the slight altitude over here. The ball does travel quicker through the air which means you feel like it’s flying a bit too much in the beginning. A bit tougher to control and you hold back you swing a bit in the beginning. Let’s not do that Robbie.

Svettigt. / Sweaty.

Dra åt helvete vad jag svettas. Det här stället är bland dom fuktigaste ställen jag har varit på. Och jag har varit på en del fuktiga ställen. Hmmmmm...

Ytterligare en långresa avklarad och jag kom till Mexico för första gången i mitt liv. Inte ofta jag kommer till länder där jag inte varit nu för tiden. Underbart ställe Acapulco. Eller i alla fall där vi bor för vi rör oss inte härifrån. Lite oorganiserat som väntat men underbart. Dock måste jag tyvärr tillägga att banorna är en besvikelse. Alla är väldigt ojämna och det ska tydligen bero på seismiska skiftningar som sker här. Dom är väldigt väldigt ojämna. Så om ni ser mycket lätta misstag på tv, så vet ni varför nu.

När lottningen kom så var det väl ingen överraskning direkt. Jürgen sa ju till mig innan vi åkte till Acapulco att vi kommer att mötas. Och han fick ju rätt. Jag skickade sms direkt och sa att det finns ju inte. Vad som inte finns heller är den mannens otur. Axeln är bra på honom äntligen, men så kommer han ner hit, får nageltrång i stortån och måste flyga hem och operera. Otur i kvadrat fan i mig. Jag sa dock till honom att han borde hålla sig borta från mig eftersom jag verkar vara en riktig otursfågel för honom. (Unlucky bird...?)

Nu fick vi till och med w.o. så Jürgens otur blev våran lycka. För sorry, jag älskar att få w.o. Det får man inte säga som idrottsman, men det gör jag.

Eftersom det är så sjukt varmt och fuktigt här så börjar matcherna inte före 16.00. Dom har till och med matcher som startar 22.00. Alltså inte före 22.00 på schemat. Det har jag inte varit med om. Så när man ska spela så sent så måste man också träna så sent. Bland annat för att spela under lamporna, men framförallt för att spela under förhållanden när solen inte lyser. För det är fruktansvärt stor skillnad. Från att vara otroligt livligt under dagen till att vara rätt dött på kvällen. Så dagarna blir otroligt långa. Man väntar på att få träna. 

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God damn it I am sweating a lot. This has got to be one of the most humid places I have ever been to. And I have been to a few very humid places. Hmmmm...

Another long trip is over and I landed in Mexico for the first time in my life. It's not often I come to countries for the first time in my life nowadays. Acapulco is amazing. Or at least here where we are staying because we do not move an inch from the resort. A bit disorganized as expected, but really wonderful. Sadly I have to mention how bad the courts are. All of them are very uneven and the reason is supposed to be due to the seismic shifts in the area. The courts are very, very uneven so if you see a lot of simple mistakes on tv, now you know.

When the draw came out I wasn't really surprised. Jürgen texted me before we both flew out that we would play each other in Acapulco. And he was right. I sent him a text as soon as the draw came out saying I refused to believe it. And what is also hard to believe is his bad luck this year. His shoulder is finally good and fit. But when he got down here he started having problem with an ingrown toenail, which he now needs surgery for so he flew back to Austria. Unbelievable really. I told him he should stay away from me because I really seem to bed bad luck for him.

We even got a w.o. so Jürgen's bad luck turned into good luck for us. Sorry, but I do love to get a w.o. I should now say that as an athlete, but I do.

Since it is so warm and humid here the matches start at 16.00. They even have matches starting at 22.00. Not before 22.00 that is! I have never experienced that before. When you play matches that late, you have to practice that late also. One reason is to play under the lights and one is to get used to the different conditions. Because the conditions are so different at night compared to when the sun is up. During the day it is really lively and at night it is much heavier and dead. So the days become extra long waiting to practice.


Mitt livs svåraste match. / Toughest match of my life.

Rotterdam gick inget vidare. Jag var lite orolig att det skulle gå så om jag ska vara ärlig. Jag misstänkte att jag skulle få en liten idrottslig baksmälla. Matchen efter man vunnit något stort är en väldigt svår match att spela. Inte för alla, men för rätt många. 

Som sagt, tankarna hade gått i dom banorna så därför är jag förvånad att det gick som det gick. Jag förberedde mig precis lika bra som jag alltid gör, men minuterna innan matchen var jag inte speciellt nervös. Och det är inget bra tecken för mig. Inget bra tecken alls. 

Turneringen i Rotterdam var lite tuffare än  vanligt eftersom det är den enda 500 turneringen den veckan numera sen Memphis gått ner till 250 klass. Så fler dubbelpar spelade Rotterdam. Logiskt. Och det är en tuff lottning vi fick. Dom spelade bra och returnerade otroligt bra. Edouard och Julien vann välförtjänt även om jag tycker jag borde och skulle spelat flera klasser bättre.

På ett sätt var förlusten bra, för även om jag kände mig lite avtrubbad innan matchen så var jag fan inte det efter. Att förlora gör fan i mig alltid ont och jag hoppas kunna använda det som en kickstart för hardcourt svängen.

Nästa tävling blir Acapulco, nästan lika vackert som Rotterdam...eeeeeeh! En tävling som jag alltid velat spela, men eftersom den gått på grus så fanns det inte en chans att jag skulle åka dit. Nu är det en hard court tävling så då var det inget att tveka på. Speciellt inte eftersom Lukasz spelar singel där.

Fick ett sms av Jürgen Melzer häromdagen där han sa att jag kommer ha honom som motståndare i Acapulco. Hans behandlingar har gått mirakulöst bra och han är redo att spela igen. Dålig tajming sa jag åt honom, men fantastisk kul att han är tillbaka. Jag vet hur dåligt han har mått.

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Rotterdam didn't go so well. I was a bit worried that it wouldn't to be honest. I had a suspicion that I would get a sports hang over. The match after you have won something big is a very difficult match to play. Not for everyone, but for many.

Like I said, I had thought along those lines so I was surprised that it still went that way. I prepared just as well as I always do, but the minutes right before the match I wasn't nervous at all. That is not a good sign for me. Not a good sign at all.

The tournament in Rotterdam was a bit tougher than usual and it is normally very tough. It is not the only 500 category tournament for that week since Memphis has gone down to a 250. So most of the doubles teams played Rotterdam. Logical really. And we got a tough draw. Thet played well and barely missed a return. Edouard and Julien won fair and square but I just think I could and should have played a bit better.

In one way, the loss was a good thing, I think. I felt pretty numb before the match but I really didn't feel numb after it! Losing always fucking hurt and I hope I can use this loss as a kickstart to the hard court swing.

Next tournament is Acapulco. Almost as nice of a place as Rotterdam...eeeeeeeh! It's a tournament I always wanted to play but since it was on clay I never saw the reason to go there. Now though, it's a hard court tournament so I didn't really hesitate anymore. And the fact that Lukasz is playing singles there made it an easy choice obviously.

I got an sms from Jürgen Melzer the other day that said I will have him as an opponent in Acapulco. His treatments have gone miraculously well and he is ready to play again. I told him it is bad timing, but I am very happy that he is back in shape. I know how much he has been suffering.