Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity:- Chapter 17 :- On Human Sports Part 2 Tennis

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following my successful impersonation of the annoying pop icon Taylor Swift, and having introduced Humanity to the wonders of Zenobian music I journeyed to the human tennis centre of Wimbledon to investigate the human sport of Tennis. The British number 1, Emily Radicanu who was due to play on the Centre Court at 14:30pm. Having impersonated the attractive if a little boring Harriet Lowe, I commandeered her train speeding past all the stops leaving angry crowds on humans on the stations platform, as I sped towards St Pancreas Station. Watching with amused interest as a collection on splattered insects had begun to decorate my windscreen. Thanks to the high speed of the train, although still not as fast as a Zenobian Maglev trains, I had arrived in record time. Ready to begin my investigation in earnest. My target being Emily Radicanu but first things first I needed to get there. Using the humans phone I found a direct line to Wimbledon via the London subway network, which was unimaginatively named "The London Underground." It was time to experience underground travel...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society


St Pancreas Underground Station Saturday 21st June 2024 13:15pm Central London


Ignoring the laughs from passing humans as they sneered at her network rail uniform, Ellana scanned her ticket onto the dividers walking through as they parted. Sighing she turned to a nearby young female human who was jeering at her, her boyfriend on her arm. "May I ask what you are finding so funny, love?" She said adopting the British syntax. The girl shaking her head looked at her boyfriend before they burst out laughing. "It's the fact you work with with network rail and you're getting onto the Tube? Don't you see the irony in that?" What is it with humans and what you are wearing? Ellana shook her head. "I'am a woman like you, getting on the train. No I don't see the irony." The blonde girl simply rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "Looks like they are desperate to hire anyone these days, eh Stacey?" Stacey just tittered with laughter. Resisting the urge to neck chop the annoying pair, Ellana shrugged before walking past them boarding the subway train. As the doors closed Ellana weighed up her options. As soon as I arrive at Wimbledon, I'am getting a change of look. Besides I need a ticket and there is always a woman with both... Feeling a tug behind her navel, Ellana held on to the overhead bar as the train started to move.



Wimbledon Tennis Centre 13:45pm


As soon as she got off at Wimbledon Station Ellana spent the last of her money on a cab ride to Wimbledon. After paying the man his fare, she walked up to the front entrance finding it packed with fans looking to get in. To Ellana's horror there seemed to be quite a small crowd gathered around the ticket booth. It doesn't matter, I need a suitable change of clothes and a ticket. Unfortunately, they all seem to be in groups. Scanning the area, she soon saw a carpark with a single car and four humans, two females and two males. The first male was an elderly man wearing an expensive suit and the other female was also ancient with lined skin and a black bonnet that matched her conservative dress. The second male was a young harried man dressed in a grey uniform and matching peaked cap. Only one female was suitable, a young well endowed woman in a red dress with matching floppy hat and sunglasses with matching strappy heels. Adorned with silver diamond jewellery about her slender neck and dangling from her ears. Her shoulder length ash blonde hair framing a heart shaped face with high cheekbones. She crept closer listening in on their conversation. "Oh my, Reginald. Look at all the plebs. I knew we such have parked in the rear entrance." The elderly man shrugged letting an indignant bark "Hmph! The Earl of Salisbury doesn't hide from the common folk, Miriam. Besides, the parking spaces at the rear where all taken. Right, Cliff?" The younger man, their chauffeur nodded his head. "That they were, my lord." Ellana chuckled Nobles. It seems that they are just as insufferable on this planet as they are back home. The younger woman sighed. "Daddy. Just ignore the commoners. They are just here to watch the tennis and enjoy this beautiful day." The old man shook his head. "Your are still young and naive, Veronica. You would know if took your head out of the clouds. Come Cliff. Let's get in before my sciatica plays up, come Miriam." Veronica held up her hand. "Wait, daddy. I need to make a quick call." Her mother shook her head. " We are not waiting around for you Veronica. Some day you will learn to act like a lady, not a two penny pleb." Her father stopped over his cane looking over his shoulder. "Leave her, Miriam. Or else the plebs will steal our seats!" The woman turned away following her husband as Veronica shook her head taking out her phone. Sensing her moment, Ellana creeped up on the unsuspecting noblewoman.



Lady Veronica Castleton took out her phone from her red leather handbag sighing as her parents, the earl and duchess, walked away with the long suffering Cliff in tow. I'am 32 for fucks sake and I can't even watch the Tennis on my own. Why they had to tag along is beyond me? They don't even like Tennis. Perhaps they think I will get off with one of those comely young ball girls? I would if they weren't here. Well let's see if Emma is available for another threesome with Greg the Gardener... As she searched for her lesbian best friends number in her contacts list, Veronica felt a slender hand clamp around her mouth knocking her phone out of her hands where it skidded under the Bentley. She let out a muffled cry of fear, as another hand clamped around her throat. Veronica unable to move was dragged into the treeline, letting out a pained squeak as she felt a pinch on either side of her neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head, has Veronica slumped unconscious into the arms of her attacker.



Ellana lowered the unconscious woman to the grass dragging her by her wrists deeper into the bushes before stripped off Harriet's rail uniform. Naked, she knelt by the stricken woman planting a firm kiss on her lips feeling her breasts grow considerably as she removed the woman's jewellery, hat, glasses and shoes. "Lady Veronica Castleton, 32, Daughter to the Earl of Salisbury. " Ellana put on Veronica's jewellery before rolling her body on her side, unzipping the dress from the rear. "She has spurned all her father's suitors because she is having an affair with a male gardener, Greg. Recently she had a threesome with him and her gay best friend, Emma. Her family as no idea." Ellana peeled the dress from Veronica's slim well endowed body, revealing a matching red silk bra covering D-cup breasts with black lace trim, G-string thong, suspenders with black stockings. Unhooking the bra from the rear, Ellana pulled the garment loose of Veronica's ample chest admiring her large well formed breasts with full perky light pink areolas. After clipping on the bra, she unfastened the stockings from the suspender belt gently rolling them down Veronica's long legs before pulling down the belt, along with her scant underwear. Exposing her full clean shaven clitoris and full bubble buttocks. Slipping on the stolen lingerie, Ellana stepped into the dress pulling it up then fixed on the hat and sunglasses. Tearing up Harriet's shirt, she bound Veronica's limbs gagging her with the ID lanyard. Leaving the woman's naked body concealed in the bushes, Ellana walked back to the car retrieving the fallen phone replacing it into Veronica's handbag as she made her way to the front entrance.


13:55pm

As she approached the ticket booth Ellana had noticed that the crowd had begun to disperse. "Hello, I have a ticket. Please let me pass." Ellana took out her ticket from her handbag, flashing it to the ticket seller. The young redheaded woman on the other side of the glass shook her head, flashing her a sympathetic look. "I'am sorry ma'am. But centre court is full to capacity. We aren't letting anyone else in. Ticket holders or otherwise." Ellana let out a frustrated snarl. "What?! I have a ticket that means I should be allowed in. What do you mean over the capacity?" The young girl rolled her eyes. "It means that you can't go in. If you want to watch Emily's game then the big screen is set up on Murray Mound. Admissions free." She gestured with her head to a hill where a large number of humans were gathering opposite a giant screen. "I'am not sitting on some hill on the grass! That's unseemly!" The staffer shrugged her shoulders. "Then I can't help you. Have a nice day, ma'am." Well there's more than one way into a building I know... She turned to see two young human females chatting as they walked towards a side door. They look pleasing and their uniforms? Are they staff? Either way, I just need to get one of them on her own and take her form. I just need an opportunity... Ellana appraised them as she followed the girls. Their uniforms consisted of a navy polo shirt, with an image of a man on horseback wielding a club, matching short skirt that barely came up to their thighs and white trainers. A baseball cap with the Wimbledon logo, two crossed rackets, perched on their heads. One was an attractive ebony skinned girl, the other was a pretty pale skinned girl with rounded features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes. Her long brown hair braided in a long ponytail looped through her hat. Walking closer Ellana caught a snippet of their conversation. " We are so lucky getting a chance to she Radicanu up close, Polly." Said the ebony as they neared the door. "I don't think I will be able to keep my eyes on the balls, Sherry. Too busy seeing what she as under her dress." The pretty brunette answered as Sherry laughed. "You are very naughty, Polly. Oh shit! Your laces!" Polly looked down at her shoes swearing under breath. Ellana smiled as she took position behind a dumpster. Opportunity knocks for the patient Zenobian .



Polly Hartley shook her head. That's the second time today, bloody hell. She turned to her friend Sherry. "Look just go on ahead. I will be few minutes, don't worry. I'am right behind you. " Sherry nodded her head as she walked through to the ball girls ready area. Sighing Polly knelt as she tied her laces Bloody fucking shoes. They should issue me velcro inste-What! Suddenly she felt a hand clamp around her throat pulling her upwards onto her feet, Polly tried to scream but felt she couldn't move or scream as a second hand clamped her mouth muffling her feeble whimpers, a British woman's voice hissed in her ear. "Shh! Don't fret love. You needn't bother with your shoe, it's mine now along with the rest of your cute outfit." Polly panicked as her female attacker dragged her behind the dumpster out of sight, giving her throat a tight squeeze at her vulnerable points on either side eliciting a sharp pained squeak as she slumped in the woman's arms unconscious.


Ellana smiled as she propped up the girl's body seated against the side of the dumpster legs spread her short skirt riding up exposing a solid navy thong. After stripping off Veronica's dress and finery, Ellana kindly by the unconscious female kissing her young lips passionately as she pulled off her baseball cap assuming her petite form. "Polly Hartley, 18, Wimbledon Ball Girl. Curious, I wonder what that involves. She's an aspiring tennis player herself but so far hasn't been seeded and hasn't turned professional. Polly's idol is a Billie-Jean King since they are both lesbian and Billie inspired her to come out to her family." Ellana worked the hair tie loose from Polly's braid copying her ponytail before unlacing her one trainer pulling both off. Ignoring the girls modesty, Ellana whipped off Polly's panties from between her thighs her small womanhood, a strip of dark brown pubic fuzz crowning it on full display. Once she had pulled up the underwear Ellana slid down Polly's skirt, unzipping it from the side working it loose from her slender hips down her long legs. Stepping into the skirt hoisting it up, Ellana held up Polly's arms pulling the girls polo shirt up past her head revealing a matching navy plunge bra enveloping B-cup breasts along with a navel piercing. Taking out the piercing inserting it in, Ellana unfastened the girls bra from the front folding it out to reveal buoyant youthful breasts with puffy circular dark pink areolas. Admiring Polly's naked athletic young form, Ellana got dressed in the rest of her uniform double knotting the trainers and setting the cap on her head. She bound the girl using Veronica's stockings then gagged her with a torn strip of the expensive red dress. Dragging the naked bound Polly by her ankles around the dumpster, Ellana tipped the girl into the dumpster taking a quick glance at her pert well formed buttocks as she tossed Veronica's clothes and handbag on top of her before closing the lid. Creaking her neck, Ellana walked through the door.



Using Polly's memories Ellana made her way to the ready area, where she was greeted by Polly's friend Sherry who was checking her phone. "There you are, Pol. You had me so worried." Ellana caught the affection in her voice as she flashed her a warm smile. "I didn't mean to make you worry, Sherry. I double knotted my laces just to make sure, look." Sherry looked down letting an appreciative sound. "That's what I love about you, babe. Always planning ahead. Right you take the balls..." She handed Ellana a bag of curiously small yellow balls, before picking up a pallet of blue bottles. "....while I take the water. Come on Polly, let's she Radicanu thrash this rookie." Smiling Ellana fell into step next to the ebony girl as they made their way onto Centre Court.



Centre Court 14:30pm


As the sun hit her eyes, Ellana emerged from the tunnel to see a small green pitch divided by a small net. A man set up in a high chair wearing a baseball cap waiting for Ellana and her companion with take their positions. Ellana scanned the court finding it packed with every human on a chair. Who was called an Umpire according to Polly's memories . Looks like that staffer wasn't kidding. This placed is packed with humans. It's good thing Polly came by when she did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to have gotten in. Ellana had to smile as she knelt by the umpires chair waiting for him to blow the whistle, she saw the Castleton's in the middle row apparently oblivious that their daughter was missed. At the very moment naked in the bushes. Turning her attention to the players Ellana had spotted Radicanu at the far end of the court. She was a pretty little thing with slightly slanted brown eyes, high cheekbones, heart shaped features her raven coloured hair looped through her white baseball cap. She was dressed in a white Nike tanktop that hugged her small breasts, white thigh high pleated skirt and white trainers with matching ankle socks. Her opponent, an American called Casey Lovell was a an attractive blonde woman with a platinum blonde pixie cut, a black baseball cap with matching tanktop with matching shorts. The sound of the umpire's whistle shook Ellana from her thoughts as the game began, with Radicanu swiping the ball to her opponent with a grunt. Followed by her opponent who returned the service with a much louder grunt. Ellana raised her eyebrows What's with the grunting? Is it a means of psyching out your opponent? Or perhaps a mating ritual between earth women? Fascinating...



15:27pm


In the course of an hour, what little observations Ellana could make of the game were interrupted by the constant drudgery of fetching the balls after the players at hit them and making sure they where keeping hydrated. But from what she had seen Ellana had gotten a good grasp of the games rules and could see that things were not looking good for the British number one. She was down two sets to love and three were still to be played. Why they use love instead of zero is anyone's guess? Ellana herself was getting bored of constantly running around being a glorified servant, when she could be playing the game. If I could replace Radicanu during the match interval. I could play this game and experience it as a player and perhaps turn this around... Her opportunity came when the two players glanced up to the umpire, who then blew his whistle. "The players will now leave for a 15 minute interval." Ellana watched as Radicanu walked down the tunnel, grabbing a bottle of water she followed the woman. "Wait where are you going, Polly?" Ellana looked over her shoulder to see Sherry walking towards her. "I'am just going to the toilet, I won't be long." Sherry nodded her head retreating back towards the court as Ellana followed the slight form of Emily Radicanu to her dressing room.


The Dressing Room of Emily Radicanu 15:34pm


Emily Radicanu sat on the bench her head down between her knees sighing, she was exhausted and bone dry. I'am two sets down and with three to go! Damn it! Damn my bloody boyfriend. He just had to cheat on me and ruin my game. Maybe, i should just throw the game take the loss and the bad press. I wish i could just take a break from it all... A knock at her dressing door drew her attention. Rising from the bench Emily walked over to the door, opening it to see one of the ball girls from earlier the pretty brunette with the long braid. "Yes. What do you want?" She asked irritably as the girl flashed her a smile brandishing a Lucozade water bottle. "Hi, I bring water. It looks like you need it more than I do." Emily let out a sigh of relief feeling ashamed at her earlier irritability. "Thank god! You are a lifesaver! Do come in!" Opening the door wide to admit her, Emily turned away. "Just set it down th-agh!" Emily let out a squeak of pain as she was struck on the right side of her neck. Unconscious before she hit the ground, Emily crumpled to the floor onto her side. Closing the door behind her, Ellana glanced down at the unconscious tennis star. "Let's see if I can't do a better job at being you, Emily."



Stripping out of Polly's uniform, Ellana dragged the unconscious Emily towards her bench by her wrists. She draped the girl onto the bench before leaning in to kiss her hard on her lips, assuming her more lithe form has she removed Emily's baseball cap loosening her scrunchie to adopt her ponytail then took out her ear studs. "Emily Radicanu, 21, British number one. Her poor form is down to her boyfriend, George cheating on her with her best friend Elizabeth." Ellana inserted in the ear studs as she unlaced Emily's trainers slipping them off along with her socks. "Emily as since dumped him but it has negatively impacted her game. She hasn't told her coach or sports psychologist." Putting on the footwear, Ellana rolled Emily onto her side unzipping her skirt from the rear peeling them off her slender hips down her long tanned legs along with her white Nike bikini cut hipster shorts, exposing a small womanhood decorated with a trimmed triangle of black pubic hair and small pert ass. After pulling up the stolen underwear, Ellana rolled the half naked Emily onto her back straddling her she pulled the girl into a seated position. Holding up her arms, Ellana pulled her tank top over her head then unhooked her white Nike sports bra letting her tanned athletic naked form flop back onto the bench with a thud. Admiring the small pretty breasts of the young tennis star, with dark brown puffy circular areolas, Ellana finished putting on the rest of Emily's outfit. Once she had set the baseball cap on her head, she bound Emily's ankles with Polly's panties, bound her wrists with the bra and gagged her with a white towel. With the girl bound, Ellana dragged her off the bench stashing her inside her locker in a foetal position along with the remains of Polly's outfit. Slamming the locker door shut with a smile, she picked up Emily's racket and took a swig of water before sweeping from the dressing room. Heading towards centre court.


Centre Court 15:45pm


In the guise of Emily Radicanu, Ellana ran out onto centre court to a crowd that was restless. The umpire glanced around noticing that one of the ball girls was missing. She sighed. Not again, Ellana. This better not turn into another Rio, where they couldn't start the parade without that one dancer. They surely can't be that important The umpire glanced at a nervous looking Sherry before shrugging. "We need a new ball girl to Centre Court, immediately." He spoke into his microphone as the crowd whistled and jeered. Within five minutes a pretty blonde girl had arrived to take the place left by Polly. Ready to began, Ellana's opponent Casey served the ball with an high smash that Ellana returned deftly. Over the next hour, Ellana felt exhilarated feeling the sun on her face as she worked up a sweat. Through a combination of Emily's memories and her superior Zenobian reflexes, Ellana had pulled back two sets without dropping a single point the crowd cheering every time her racket belted the ball over the net to score a point. Her opponent looked utterly shell shocked, bemused by the sudden reversal of fortunes. She's inexperienced and the pressure is starting to get to her. This match is mine! Now in the tie breaker, it was all to play for. In the next 30 minutes Ellana had pummeled her opponent wearing her down in an impressive rally that seemed to go onto forever, grunting every strike to unnerve her American opponent. Then with the momentum on her side, Ellana struck. In quick succession she scored 15, then 30 followed by 40! What's with the weird scoring system, anyway! Why isn't it simple like Football. With the final service of the game, Ellana smashed the ball between Casey Lovell's legs sending the American tripping on her feet, crashing tongue turf as the crowd roared in triumph. Screaming with delight, she through her racket down holding out her arms to embrace the crowd as they cheered Emily's name. It was then Ellana saw two familiar black suited women in black shades, clapping along.


Well that didn't take them long to follow me from Glastonbury. Well this gives me idea. I have a lot to write down and I have been meaning to write a chapter devoted to the MiB. First, I need to get a new look. I won't give them the satisfaction of catching me in the guise of another celebrity Rising from the turf, Ellana walked towards the umpire who flashed her a smile. "Congratulations, Ms Radicanu. An impressive comeback." He said as Casey Lovell walked over to shake her hand. "Thanks. Do I win anything? A trophy maybe?" Ellana asked expectantly as Casey's eyebrows raised, the Umpire looked a little confused. "Um, Ms Radicanu. This is only the first round. Your prize is going on the the next round." Ellana let out an incredulous snort. "What?! You can't be serious! I broke my back winning that game and all I get is a pat on the back?! How absurd! Hmph!" With a petulant sound Ellana folded her arms as she stormed off down the tunnel. Casey shook her head. "Who the hell was she channeling? Tim McEnroe?" As she trotted back down the tunnel, Ellana grinned. That should have got their attention. Now for that face...



Outside Radicanu's dressing room 16:20pm



Tracey Cuthbert nervously waited for her daughter's heroine, Emily Radicanu who had just pulled off an impressive victory despite it only being the first round. I now I don't like Tennis but even that's remarkable and Emily is a wonderful role model for dear Sarah. Tracey was an attractive woman with slightly squared features, rounded cheekbones and narrow emerald green eyes. Her long auburn hair tied into a bun. She was dressed in the traditional Wimbledon staff uniform; a bottle green jacket with the logo on her left breast with matching knee high skirt and high heels. Underwhich was a white blouse with red checkered ribbon tie cinched at her slender neck. Tracey let out a sigh of relief as Emily Radicanu walked towards her dressing room. "Ms Radicanu? Hello my name is Tracey. Tracey Cuthbert." Emily smiled as she approached the nervous Tracey, looking her up and down. "I suppose you want an autograph?" The woman asked with an air of nonchalance. Tracey was slightly taken aback at Radicanu's bluntness. "Um yes. It's-its not really for me, but my-" " Do you have a pen?" The tennis star asked a strange grin on her face, cutting her off. Tracey looked down at her breast pocket. "Oh no sorry, I left it in my c-ugh!" She was unprepared as she felt the blow to the side of her neck, letting out a pained whelp dropping her notebook. Ellana took the unconscious woman's weight under her shoulders as she crumpled. " Don't worry, Tracey. It doesn't matter. In a few minutes, I will be you." She smiled as she dragged Tracey into Radicanu's dressing room.



Draping the unconscious Tracey on Emily's bench, Ellana stripped out of Emily's outfit before she knelt by the red headed staffed planting a kiss on her lips, assuming her form as she loosened Tracey's hair, copying her bun. " Tracey Cuthbert, 30, Wimbledon staffer. The autograph wasn't for her, but her 8 year old daughter, Sarah. Tracey isn't really into tennis but Sarah is an aspiring player and Emily is her hero. Tracey is a single mother after her husband left her for another woman." Ignoring Emily's muffled moans from her locker, Ellana slipped off Tracey's heels before unfastening her jacket slipping the garment free from her shoulders, an arm at a time. Untying the ribbon from around her neck, Ellana unbuttoned Tracey's blouse revealing a hint of a black lace push up bra emphasising C-cup breasts. Rolling the unconscious woman on her side, Ellana unzipped Tracey's skirt peeling it from around her hips pulling the garment down her long legs as she rolled Tracey onto her back. She then whipped off her matching lace bikini shorts, exposing her small pink clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of auburn pubic hair and peach shaped buttocks. After pulling up the stolen lingerie, Ellana removed the rest of Tracey's blouse as she unfastened Tracey's bra from the rear admiring her firm buoyant bare breasts with red perky rose petal areolas. Once she had dressed in the rest of Tracey's clothes, Ellana tore up Emily's tank top binding the red head's limbs and gagging her before she dragged her naked slim body over to another locker next to Emily's, stashing her inside along with Emily's outfit. "Goodbye, Emily. It was fun being you. At least you will have company now." Ellana said to the moaning locker as she turned sweeping from Emily's dressing room, making her way to the front entrance.


Wimbledon Front Entrance 16:30pm


Wearing the face of Tracey Cuthbert, Ellana could see the two clueless forms of L & M shaking their heads as they scanned the crowd. Aren't they hot in those suits? And more importantly is it the only one they have? Well I will find out soon enough. Time to surprise them and to put my plan into action. As walked towards them weaving through the crowds, Ellana picked up their conversation. " She must have slipped right past us. I mean how does one miss Emily Radicanu?" Said M as she placed her hands on her hips. L rolling her eyes, hit her on the back of her head. "Come on Rookie! How long have we been chasing her? She probably attacked another girl and assumed her likeness." M rubbed the back of her back her head looking sheepish. " Right, sorry boss. Hey does that mean we are likely to find a very naked Emily? I wouldn't mind getting a snog from a celebrity. I just hope V doesn't get too jealous-ow, boss?!" Ellana chuckled again as the older agent clipped her on the head again with a "Focus, M!" As she neared them, she cleared her throat. Causing the two agents to turn to her quizzical looks on their faces. "Hi guys. Long time no see. You just missed me in Santa Monica and San Diego.." A look of recognition flashed across L's lined but youthful face. "Princess? See what did I tell you, rookie." M shot her a sullen look as she slapped the cuffs on Ellana's wrists. L turned back to the Zenobian. "I thought that was you who released those dolphins. Nice touch." She nodded impressed. "And Santa Monica? We stood at those gates for 30 minutes." Ellana just smiled. "I was the clown. I was standing only a few feet from you, juggling." L shook her head grinning. "Huh? I never would have guessed that. So let me guess? You have a lot to write up?" L asked as the two agents led her to their sedan. "You know me too well, my dear Agent L." Behind her M piped up. "Your escape. Agent V again, Ellana? What are you obsessed with her or something?" Smirking Ellana answered her. "Well as you humans say. Why settle for firsts when you can have seconds. Besides, you're the one obsessed with her M." the young Agent let out an indignant sound. "I'am not! Well okay, I suppose I'am. She does have nice ti-ow!" L let out an exasperated sound as she lowered her hand. "That's enough rookie! We are the clock!" She then turned back to Ellana. "Come on Princess, you have had quite enough fun for one day." She held open the passenger door open, as M manhandled her inside.


After switching on the engine, L looked at Ellana through the rear view mirror. " That was a fine match you played by the way. You beat Lovell fair and square. Well done!" She sounded impressed as M turned to face her. "You played better than Radicanu did in the first two sets. Perhaps you should be the number 1 instead." As she felt the car pulled away from the gates of Wimbledon, Ellana winked at the two agents. "Why thank you, agents. You are worthy adversaries yourselves." Turned back to look from the rear window, Ellana grinned. Let's give it a month and then I will have so much fun at the MiB. They won't know what hit them. Chuckling to herself she leaned back into her seat, replaying her match in her head.

[Stormtrooper1990]

THE SUN SPORTS


RADICANU STAGES A THRILLING FIRST ROUND COMEBACK


By Julia Templeton at Wimbledon


British number one Emily Radicanu, 21, staged a marvellous comeback on Centre Court yesterday as she come back from two sets down to beat unseeded American opponent Casey Lovell, 20, 3 sets to 2. During the first two sets Emily looked ragged and out of form during the opening sets, nowhere near what we come to expect from Britain's new golden girl. But as soon as she came out from the halfway interval, she was like a completely different woman. Radicanu played like a woman possessed as she completely wrongfooted amd out maneuvered her opponent at every turn. The American shell shocked by the sudden reversal in fortunes, had no answer and seemingly melted into insignificance. The crowd was on their feet, electric as we just witnessed the most remarkable comeback in Wimbledon history. However, this was marred when Radicanu broke down having an argument about "Not winning anything!" And how "He couldn't be serious!" In what seemed like a bizarre impersonation of McEnroe before storming out down the tunnel, without even shaking her opponents hand.


Radicanu's press team refused requests for an interview citing that "Emily is still recovering from her remarkable comeback and isn't free to give interviews at these time. Rest assured as soon as she is able, a press conference will be called. Thank you." While Radicanu was unable to comment, Casey Lovell spoke to the sun. "It was like she was a different woman. I have never seen moves like shd just pulled off, she was just too fast. I don't mind her not shaking my hand. She is a remarkable woman who as done a lot for the game, particularly for girls looking to get into the sport. I have no hard feelings and I wish her all the best. I hope she as an amazing Wimbledon."


For a full match analysis, please turn to pages 134-143. We also have a free Emily Radicanu poster in the centre fold.

[simon4242]

hi women only play best of three,great story tho

[Stormtrooper1990]

hi women only play best of three,great story tho

Yeah, I don't watch much Tennis but I'am glad you enjoyed the story all the same. Thank you.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Here is a picture of Ellana, disguised as the unfortunate Polly Hartley wearing her fetching uniform.

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And Emily Radicanu after her shock Wimbledon comeback


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[Stormtrooper1990]

Another bonus, Lady Veronica Castleton before Ellana stole her dress.

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