Now, I do not care who he lost to or how. What worries me is what this article says:
Rafael Nadal still looked hampered by his injured knees in an unsuccessful transition to grass Thursday and will decide Friday whether he is fit enough to defend his Wimbledon title.
Nadal played without tape on his sore knees but frequently looked a step slow in losing 6-4, 6-3 to Lleyton Hewitt in an exhibition match at the Hurlingham Club in London.
I wonder if something is lost in translation (oh I sure hope so) but apparently Uncle Tony said this:
"It's the first match (on grass), and we'll have to wait until tomorrow," Toni Nadal said. "I don't know. We'll have to wait until tomorrow, and we'll see then."
When pressed about Nadal's chances of playing at Wimbledon, his coach did not sound optimistic.
"If it's me, I'm (flying) to Mallorca," he said, referring to the island Nadal grew up on.
Right, so Tio Tony said he would go home if he's Rafa. I'm not panicking. I swear. I just need a bottle of Prozac or Valium or someone to knock me out until we hear official word whether he's playing Wimbledon or not.
The good news is that he looks like a bronze statue came to life in that white Wimbledon outfit (yes, that is what he will wear if he plays), and his shirt sticks to him like white on rice. The bad news? We might not get the chance to see Rafa working that outfit in Wimbledon.
Article via Nadal News
