Wimbledon Crescent

I walked into the living room on Monday night to find my flatmate watching the men's game - some French man was beating the guy from Napoleon Dynamite, when suddenly Dynamite started winning.

I know tennis is the one sport my flatmate tends to enjoy, and as it had gone into extra time, and the on-screen announcement hinted that this was a big thing, I sat down and watched.

So, firstly, the counting goes 15, then 30, then 40, then if they've both got to 40 there's deuce, then an advantage and then they have to get a second advantage - in which case they win the game - or it goes back down to 40.

Then there are certain parts of the grass that the ball can go into, and some parts it can't. It's allowed to hit the net, but only if it bounces back off and heads into a particular bit of the court...
After discovering that 'Henman Hill' is now called 'Murray Mound', I turned to my flatmate and asked if this was like the sports equivalent of 'Mornington Crescent'. Or Calvinball.

And after all of that, he told me it wasn't the men's finals as I'd thought, but a qualifier for the quarter finals.

What a load of crap.