Nick Kyrgios told the referee in the middle of his third round victory over Stefanos Tsitsipas, “People are coming to see me, not you.” “Don’t tell me what to do.”
It was beneficial as the statement of intent progressed. After acting in choir-like restraints in the previous round, this was his most flashy acting Australian. Full of noisy delivered complaints, he hunted, tweeted, and trampled his feet through his 6-7, 6-4, 6-3, 7-6 victories. And it must be acknowledged, the court’s No. 1 crowd loved every moment of his pantomime villainy.
This is the Kyrgios paradox. At every moment of Goby’s riot, he offers beautiful tennis. With each absurd self-assertive moan, he can produce a noble winner.
Indeed, it’s hard to know where to start to explain this victory. He had a long discussion with officials about the consequences of hitting the ball into the crowd, or the casual destruction of his 130mph serve. In any case, it’s hard to say that he was the centerpiece of the drama.
He was starting to tweet on the first set. In fact, it was a really poor phone that pulled him apart. But instead of putting it as one of them, he went straight to the referee. “It’s the same over and over again. Every match is wrong. So you can just say sorry, and is it all good?
“Wimbledon 3rd round f —— In the first set, he’s sorry, is it all good? Get a new reference. Would you like to get a new reference? Why? He? Have a party, friends! “
The referee wisely chose to ignore such advice. But it didn’t stop Kiglios. Either in his complaints or in his performances. Immediately after a long moan, he won his beloved service game and whisked each delivery at a dazzling pace. And what made this a fascinating watch was that Tsitsipas was able to take one or two great shots on his own. One cross-court winner left Kyrgios with his flat feet, not knowing who he could blame.