“Out!“The cry of despair comes from the top of my lungs. The disposable gesture I make with it should add extra strength to him. When playing stoically, I jump up and scream again. Looking at the screen with an oblique eye, which clearly proves me wrong. “Hit him down the net!“I may scream a little louder. Again, nothing is being done on it. It seems like I'm being looked right through me, like I'm not sitting here in the stands of the tennis tournament in New York. New York, I'm beating myself in the head. Of course, they don't understand generally civilized Dutch here. Quickly I look up the correct term on my mobile phone. 'Out!“This time I don't even have to shout loudly. The line and referee missed it, but the Hawk-Eye system agrees to my observation.

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