Roger Federer: Towel
Ball boy Straummy: I beg your pardon?
Roger Federer: TOWEL!!
Ball boy Straummy: I'm sorry...
Roger Federer: Er......... Towel.......
please...
Ball boy Straummy: And finally. But I'm afraid it's too late now mush. You want your fecking towel, you can get it your feckin' self.
Umpire: Mr Straummy, let him have it.
Straummy proceeds to hoof Federer square in the knackers with a disproportionate amount of force Ball boy Straummy: New balls please
Roger Federer: ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my aching testicles