This guy had the loudest clap I've ever heard

For obvious reasons, the tone of nationality is imposed by the French. But Wednesday's rowdy, sunny quarterfinal between Maria Sharapova and Jelena Jankovic gave the host nation the afternoon off. Most of the noise came straight from Jankovic's box in the stands. Ordinarily, the players teams don't lead cheers. Often air max shoes at an Azarenka match Redfoo will go, "Wooo," when she blasts a winner. When she's down, he'll shout something like, "Come on, babe." What happened on behalf of Jankovic and Sharapova at Philippe Chatrier was different. The men in Jankovic's box waved the Serbian flag and sang songs to her. A man in a different part of the stadium, a section seated behind the player's chair, joined them, and before the match, she looked up at him and smiled as she took a swig of water. This guy had the loudest clap I've ever heard. A reporter working just behind him on her laptop cheap nike dunk made appalled faces and then proceeded to do the loudest typing I've ever heard.

Jankovic was once the no. 1 player in the world, and people carped long and loud about how that exposed the ludicrousness of the rankings system. But Wednesday, Jankovic, who was covered in body tape, played like she had nothing to lose, because, really, she didn't. For the first set, her tennis was bold and faultless. It was Sharapova, the defending champion, who was tight. Something was getting to her. Maybe it was the chanting Serbians. Maybe it was the knowledge that Williams, the athlete who treats her most mercilessly, was a match away from the final. Maybe it was just the pressure of having to air max 90 achieve a difficult feat for a second consecutive time. Either way, the shots went wide and long. She double-faulted and lost the set 6-0. If you're Sharapova and the best shot you've hit in half a dozen games is a defensive lob, it's time for an all-points bulletin for whoever's stolen your aggression.