... is that you never know whom to cheer for! Both are so likeable and so brilliant; Federer, a match short of being joint number 1 in the all-time Grand Slam list and Nadal already at his best Australian Open performance.
Before we go there though, what a tiring semi-final that was to watch between Nadal and Verdasco: 6-7, 6-4, 7-6, 6-7 and 6-4! Even the last game was played with as much brute force and power as the first. I was cheering for the underdog Verdasco, screaming something incomprehensible in Spanish which I later found out means, "Fernando, do you know Spanish, Fernando!" The wife subtly raised an eyebrow in the hope that there was no repeat of the Wimbledon finals of 2008 where a neighbour came checking on us to see if we were having a medical emergency. Anyway, what a match! Almost as great as the Wimbledon final last year, but not quite. I loved how Alan Wilkins of Star Sports described it (although he gets a tad repetitive sometimes) - there was nothing semi about this match.
For my big bwadder's sake who often confuses himself with the former World no 1, I hope that the five hour marathon has taken something out of Rafa, but for my wife's strange friend who for some stranger reason calls Nadal 'Chimpion', I hope the king of clay does well. What this means, however, is that there will be no more loud Espanol from me on Sunday.
P.S: My prediction - Roger. Yours? Leave a comment.