:57:01
How does who deal with it?
:57:37
Oh, my back!
:57:39
My back is killing me.
:57:41
But remember you're one point
away from the finals.
:57:43
I'd love to see an English guy
in the finals, but give me a break.
:57:47
Do you remember Australia? Your shoulder
was killing you, and what did you do then?
:57:51
All right. All right. All right!
Peter Colt is the luckiest man in tennis.
:57:55
This is gonna hurt.
:58:01
Game, set, match... Colt.
:58:03
Colt wins three sets to
love:: 6- 2, 6-1, 6-3. Yes!
:58:08
I knew he could do it.
:58:12
Who would have bet, two weeks ago,
that the man time had forgotten,
:58:16
Rabbit. Caught it
messing with your lettuce.
:58:21
Good man.
:58:24
Congratulations, Peter. Can we just
do a quickie? No, not right now.
:58:30
How'd she do? It's just one of those
days where I couldn't do anything wrong,
:58:35
and Lizzie just couldn't
do anything right.
:58:36
That would include accepting defeat,
which Ms. Bradbury found very difficult today.
:58:41
Bugger. It's not as if
she can blame you, is it?
:58:47
I told you I needed to focus, to be
away from you for just a few days.
:58:50
But, no, instead you sneak into my room, you
don't even have the decency to spend the night...
:58:55
- I had the earliest start, and I thought you'd want the extra sleep.
- I was some chick you picked up.
:58:59
- Well, this chick is going back home
to work on her serve.