If you're going to spend three hours hyperventilating chasing a furry yellow ball the size of Andre the Giant's testicle around with eight thousand people chanting your name, and end up losing to a balding Scot with about as much personality as a cardboard box, and lose having had five match points, greet him at the net like a gangsta.

Greet him at the net like Robredo.

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