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- Afraid not. I may get lucky tonight.|- Oh, really?

Irish girl. Her dad owns much of Dublin.

Excellent. She have a sister?

Only child.

Tragic. I should work|on my serve anyway.

If this is my last hurrah,|I want to go in style.

That's the spirit, old man.

Bugger.

Oops. Sorry, wrong court.

- Forgotten me already?|- The lady with the lovely... kitchen.

- Lizzie Bradbury, right?|- And you're?

- Peter. Peter Colt.|- Nice to meet you, Peter Peter Colt.

Five quid says you can't do it again.

Ten bucks says|you can't hit two in a row.

You're on.

- Lovely form.|- Thank you.

- You're exceeding my expectations.|- Mine too.

Do it with a slice serve,|I'll treat you to fish and chips.

Ooh, the pressure's on.

Lovely toss.

Fish and chips it is.

- Lizzie, what are you doing?|- Just one more serve, Daddy.

You've got to be in the hotel|for an interview.

Two seconds, OK?

Funny, you don't seem the daddy type.

Hit this one... and I'll sleep with you.

- Ooh!|- I'm so sorry!

Too bad. You could've used the workout.

of the Championships,

on Centre Court

include Andy Roddick, Serena Williams

Tom Cavendish.

include journeyman veteran Peter Colt.

of Lizzie Bradbury.

to her lively reputation?

What are you talking about?|The chalk flew up! There's a mark there!

- The ball was out.|- [man] Get on with it!

I'll let it go, cos you obviously|can't see. I feel sorry for you.

[crowd moans disapprovingly]

- [umpire] Quiet, please.

- [umpire] 40-15.|- [cheering]

[man] All right, Liz!

How are you doing?

- What time's your match?|- Three o'clock. Ajay Bhatt.

- You ever heard of him?|- Yeah, yeah.

- He's sitting over there. Look.|- Oh, my God.

Shouldn't he be off|discovering masturbation?

I played him in Bogot. He's like|all young men, out to kill the father.

Like all young men,|he must first be taught humility.

Exactly. And you taught him that|in Bogot?

Sadly, no. He killed the father.|Straight sets.

Watch out for his backhand.

[gulls cry]

[horse-racing commentary on TV]

[man] Yeah, six-to-four on, apparently.

Twenty pound to win, Ajay Bhatt.

Hold on, isn't he playing your brother?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah, but curiously, I'm not.

- [announcer] 2-6, 7-5, 6-4.

This is what it looks like.

for 25 years.

Six million balls. And it all ends here.

At two in the afternoon on Court 17,

for the latest Russian teenage beauty.

make it last a little while.

[man] Come on, Pete.

Good luck, Mr Colt.

Thank you.

Bhatt to serve. First set.

Right, then.

[umpire] Play.

- [grunts]|- [grunts]

[polite applause]

Love-15.

[Peter] OK, nice. Not embarrassing.

and you've got it in the bag.

Oi, bloody rabbit, shoo!

[cheering on television]

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