20-Mar-04:
Ladies Semi-Finals:
[1] Rebecca Macree bt [3/4] Carla Khan 9/6, 8/10, 9/0, 9/4
[2] Jenny Tranfield bt [3/4] Stephanie Brind 9/2, 9/3, 9/3
Men's Semi-Finals:
[3/4] John Rooney bt [1] Peter Genever 11/15,15/10,15/9,15/3
[2] Stephen Meads bt [3/4] Stacey Ross 15/6, 15/8, 15/14
THE GRINDING MACHINE
CHEWS STACEY AWAY
Cheeky headline, but very true.
Before I start on the match, I was quite
amazed to see Steve Meads, the “Grinding Machine” (please refer to the
report of the second round) talking with the squash
journalist Martin Bronstein just before entering on the court for his
semi-final against Stacey Ross.
Is that confidence or what!
Those two players are extremely similar physically. Not too tall, very dark
and short hair (actually, I think that the hair just a bit longer suits
Steve better, but it’s only my opinion), both looking very Spanish.
My favourite type. Sigh…
Back to work woman, stop dreaming…
Those two LOVE drive backhand. They drive, and drive, and drive. The ball
glues to the wall like misery on us all, and yet, the rally goes on with
another drive, and another. The rallies were VERY long. 2/3 Stacey’s serve,
we were at 7 minutes of play already.
“Does Debbie (our Wonder Cook) serve breakfast in the morning”, I asked
myself, “because at that speed, we’re here all night”…
There is a very simple way to summarise the match. Stacey Ross was directing
the game, imposing his game, taking all the risks, hitting, but especially
dropping the ball as only him knows how. But as it’s often the case, when
you take risks, you lose points. And you put the ball in the tin.
Unfortunately for Ross, his drop shots that were flirting dangerously and
beautifully with the tin in his previous matches, decided that they wanted
to get closer to it.
It was heartbreaking really, because no offence to Steve, it was Stacey that
was making the show. Meads was very solid, hitting the ball hard and long,
as he knows how to, but the panache tonight was on Stacey’s side. The luck
was not. Steve Meads took the 1st set 15/6, in 21 minutes. 21 minutes!!!!!!
The tension between the 2 players was quite high. Stacey who normally
doesn’t discuss or argue with the referee (he just stares at him with a dark
look) kept on repeating “you’ve got to watch that move, he [Steve] has been
doing it all match”. Stacey was complaining that Steve was walking back
toward him every time, preventing him getting to the ball. So many lets,
strokes, discussions, no, not arguments, nobody was shouting or anything of
the kind, just a lot of talking.
Fluidity was not the name of the game.
The second game was as long as the 1st one, 21 minutes, and saw another
victory for Meads 15/8. So many of Stacey's shots went into the tin it was
frightening.
In the 3rd, the score was extremely close indeed. At 7/8 for Stacey, 5 lets
were played, and eventually, a stroke for Meads gave him a psychological
advantage at 9/7. Meads' length and attacks shots were remarkable, but
Stacey was still directing the rallies. Stacey saved a first match ball at
14/11, and another one, and another one, to get to 14/14. One, said Meads.
And quite ironically and logically, Stacey lost the match on another
backhand drop shot in the tin.
The 3 sets lasted 67 minutes. Frightening.
“You wouldn’t believe that we train twice a week together”, smiled Steve
Meads at the end of the match when I asked him if the tension between them
was real or fake. “That’s our problem I guess, we know each other too well.
Better not play together this week though, let’s wait until next week”.
I was a bit disappointed, I think this match deserved a 4th and even a 5th
set. But the best player on the day won. And it was a very very good match
to watch indeed.
But the night was not over ...
ROONEY: THE BUBBLY IRISH
I personally don’t know anything about this very nice player, apart from the
fact he is extremely friendly, that he speaks constantly to his opponent and
to himself while playing, that his drops shots are seesaw sharp, and that he
takes time to warm up. But once he is warmed up, he is quite lethal.
In the semi, John Rooney was playing Peter Genever, number one
seed of the tournament, and after the 1st set which the favourite won 15/11,
I thought that John didn’t possess the weapons to beat Genever, but that we
were going to have a nice show to finish a long day.
When you want to pick a definitive winner for an event, do not, I repeat, do
not ask my opinion.
In the second, John took the lead at 6/5, and then never let Peter get
closer than 2 points. He won “easily” 15/10, just by picking up the pace,
and placing a few lovely drop shots here and there.
No worry I thought, Peter will pick it up next game. And he did. He was up
6/1, and on the way to an easy game.
John Rooney scored the next 12 points. Excuse-me? 12 points? In American
Scoring?
He had a few loose shots that surprised Genever, one lucky nick off the back
wall (“Good length” smiled Genever), a beautiful boast, and several tins
from his opponent.
Needless to say he won the 3rd, 15/9 in 16 minutes.
The last game was a formality. He dismissed the favourite 15/3 in 10
minutes.
“I'm having problems finding motivation for anything at the moment” Peter
confessed afterward. “I was tired, and I could have fought back, but I just
couldn’t”. I told him I was disappointed, as I was looking forward to a
Steve Meads vs Peter Genever final . “I wasn’t”, retorted Peter. “I would
have done it, but I wasn’t.”
Now he mentions it, in the 4th and last game, when he was down 3/11, he was
about to serve, he stopped and said to himself. “Are you going to try? Are
you going to try? Yes, you are going to try! What’s the score?” 3/11”
replied the marker. “Ufffff” said Peter.
He was struggling with himself a lot. But what a lovely atmosphere between
the players all game. They served us with a few nice lines.
“Think about it !” quickly said John to the ref as he was going to award a
stroke to his opponent.
And later on, Peter, as the ref was taking a bit of reflection time before
giving his decision, and finally awarded him only a let:
“For a moment, I thought you were going to give the right decision” joked
Peter, as he knew it was the right one.
And John had a few “Only a let, please ref”, that made Peter smile…
After the match, I asked Rooney if he was surprised by the victory. “Yes I
was, as the last time we played, Peter beat me 3/0. Like Steve Meads
actually, it’s maybe a good omen! I’m recovering from injury, so I’m getting
slowly into playing again.” And his game plan tomorrow? “I’ll try and break
his rhythm.”
So, the final will offer a very experienced player, Steve Meads, against an
underdog, John Rooney, who is not afraid of anything or anybody.
Should be interesting …
Ladies Quarter-Finals:
[1] Rebecca Macree bt Laura Hill 9/3, 8/10, 9/4, 9/4
Carla Khan bt [3/4] Dominique L-Walter 9/3, 1/9, 9/4, 2/9, 9/1
[3/4] Stephanie Brind bt Georgina Stoker 9/4, 9/5, 9/2
[2] Jenny Tranfield bt Rachel Wilmot 9/0, 9/1, 9/1
Men's Quarter-Finals:
[1] Peter Genever bt Andy Whipp 17/14, 15/10, 17/14
[3/4] John Rooney bt Chris Tomlinson 12/15, 15/13, 15/12, 15/8
[3/4] Stacey Ross bt Ben Ford 15/11, 15/14, 15/14
[2] Stephen Meads bt Peter Billson 15/7, 15/6, 15/11
MY STUPIDITY ALWAYS
SURPRISES ME…
Like
I often say, Blond, French, and a Woman… I can’t win really can I? Well,
today, woke up at 6.30 am to write the reports of last night, then rushed to
an appointment in South Kensington (Centre of London), then made it for the
1st match, watched the matches, and then, I really really REALLY needed to
lay down, no, I mean sleep, for half an hour. So I went home and thought I
would have a sleep, then put the rugby on (I’m a great fan, I even watch
England when France is not playing, that says it all), and write my articles
about the quarters.
I did forgot the notes at the Club, didn’t I.
Like I said, stupid, stupid, stupid.
So, I’m back in Wimbledon, writing away in the office.
BEN FORD:
STACEY WAS TOO FIT FOR ME
The lovely people who have read my last report know that Ben Ford nearly
died (nicely of course) of exhaustion last night after a fierce battle
against Laurence Delasaux that lasted an hour. So, this morning, he had a
bit of aches and pains, and I don’t think he really wanted to play against a
player as good as Stacey Ross at 12.00am!
In the 1st game, Ben was struggling to move, made a few weird shot
selections, sending twice in the same game a nice drop shot just under his
opponent’s racket, making a lot of unprovoked faults.
“He must be like me”, I thought, “doesn’t like waking up early in the
morning”. But he did stick to the score, even if Stacey eventually won the
1st game 15/11.
“Come on!” shouted Ben to himself in the beginning of the 2nd. And he really
started to unravel his game. A few points after the Ref refused him a let
with a “I don’t think you could have got it”, Ford pick up a remarkably far
away drop shot to win the point, and smiled: “You see, I’m not THAT slow, I
can pick up the ball when I want…”.
But you know what? I have realised something VERY important:
The lob is the over 30’s player’s best friend. Honestly, the number of
tricky situations Ben got out of thanks to his lob is incredible.
Stacey could smell blood, and was attacking every shot, taking advantage of
the state of fatigue of his opponent. But Ben was still alive, still
kicking. 11/12. 12/12. 13/12. 13/13. 14/13. 14/14.
"One", said Ben Ford. And no wonder. His forehand volley went in the tin.
2/0 for Stacey.
One thing is really amazing in Stacey Ross’ game, his drop shots. They
appear to be sitting ON the tin. How his opponents can pick them up is
beyond me.
In the 3rd, Ben was taking his time to serve, to receive. Ross was looking
at him with half a smile, thinking, “Breathe all what you can, mate, you’ll
need it”! And Ben did need it. They had a fierce battle that ended again
14/14, and again Ben said "one", and again he lost 15/14 with again a last
ball in the tin.
“Stacey was too fit for me, too fit and too good” a dripping Ben Ford
explained quietly. I personally think that the match he did yesterday was
just a bit too hard for him.
Do you know why players hate losing? No, not pride, not the money.
Refereeing! The loser has to ref the next match on.
So an exhausted Ben had to take on Peter Genever vs Andy Whipp’s match.
PACE, PACE, PACE!
Well the pace of this match was astounding. If Peter hoped he would walk
through his match against Andrew Whipp and keep his strength for the
semi-final later tonight, he was badly mistaken! The pace stayed extremely
high all game. No drives up and down the wall, no
length-taking-time-to-recover sort of rallies. Just attacks, drop shots,
volley kills and cross courts. If anything, that’s maybe Peter’s weakness
(or his style, after all, what do I know?), he plays A LOT of crosscourts.
The two players didn’t need a referee really. They asked for very few lets,
even sometimes went on playing what I thought could be a stroke, and just
got on with the game.
Boy do I love that attitude. I think I have been living in England too long,
I really do appreciate a good attitude on court. Deport me!
The 1st set was very close indeed, 14/14, and Peter finished it with a
deadly right side forehand drop shot that nicely expired under Andy’s
racket, 17/14.
Whipp's front court game is really remarkable, and as he runs like a
lunatic, he is able to not only pick up Peter’s shots, but also place his
shots wonderfully in the corners, what I call “the women’s shots”. You know
what I mean, those balls that die with no pace at all.
The second game was not as close score wise, (15/10) but boy o boy, the last
one was breathtaking. 6/6. 8/8. 11/9, Peter serving. At 13/10, Andy doesn’t
ask for a let that was obviously a stroke, that gives Peter his 1st match
ball 14/10. 4 tins later, Whipp is now 14/14. But Peter decides that he has
had enough fun for now, and ends up the match 17/14.
So tonight Peter Genever will take on John Rooney who did an
excellent performance against Chris Tomlinson, and Stacey Ross will
face Steve Meads.
Talking of which…. in the previous report, in the article about Steve Meads
[just below], I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PICTURE! That is all Steve
Cubbins’ responsibility (Squash Player’s Website Master in Command) ! I
wrote, “he terrifies me when he is on court”, and Steve changed it to “Look
at the photo”.
Nothing to do with me, I swear, and I have the email to prove it.
But it is a funny picture, isn’t it?
[Check out the Gallery for the
latest shot of Mean Meadsy, Ed]
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Women's
Draw & Results
BAD TIMING
Like I said, I have been trying to see women’s matches, but I’m just missing
them. I heard about a 3/1 victory for Rebecca Macree over Carla Khan, but
didn’t have a chance to see one shot of it. I sat down when Stephanie Brind
and Jenny Tranfield started warming up.
I’m really disappointed not to have had the chance to see Rebecca play this
weekend. I do appreciate her game, her persona, her flamboyant behaviour,
and most of all, the stare she gives to the referee when she is not happy
with a decision.
If looks could kill…
But fear not, I’ll see her tomorrow in the final.
WHEN YOU
HAVE IT…
Jenny Tranfield (Yorkshire), world number 18, gave us a wonderful exhibition
of her talent this evening, beating the world number 15 Stephanie Brind
(Kent). Jenny runs, anticipates, hits, drops, boasts, and is a fit as a
fiddle. Today, Stephanie had some problems moving forward, and the drops of
her opponent seemed to be a court too far. It took Jenny only 13 minutes to
win the first two games 9/2, 9/3.
In the 3rd, Stephanie started to move and offered us a few beautiful drop
shots and some very good retrieving indeed. But Jenny was on fire. She was
running like a woman with a mission, and 7 minutes later she was shaking her
opponent’s hand. Her coach, Sue Wright (ex British Champion I saw playing
last weekend at the Inter County Finals) must be very proud of her.
Jenny will now meet the cat-like Rebecca Macree in the final. Don’t miss it.
I know I won’t.

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