Moutet meeting with a phalanx of physios.

This is how I react to opponent net cords too.

LMAO. At break point, the robot overlord 'foot fault!' call comes in on the third shot of the rally. Surprised that didn't turn into a let, but other than Moutet making comically large googly eyes, they accepted it. He saved the next break point.

Moutet saves a metric butt ton of break points to hold for 4-all in the fifth, then celebrates by punching himself in the head many times rapidly. As you do.

I mean, don't get my wrong, bo5 until I die and all that. But I think I'm over my recommended daily allowance of four-hour five-setters tonight.

Even the games are mini-epics at this point. Moutet gets triple break point. Korda saves all three! Three deuces later, Korda holds for 6-5* in the fifth.

MEANWHILE, Moutet saves two match points, holds for 6-all in the fifth, and stops to take a selfie with a fan.

I don't even know what to say about that point, so here are some pictures:

The first one was meant to look like this, I think, but then I decided it should be Jeff Sackmann instead.