They still go on and on.  Nobody willing to give up a point.  Everyone trying to recall all the points that they all barely remember on the corners of their minds.  This one's going to be tough.  They played about five or six points here, and it's about deuce or thirty-forty or Ad-in or Ad-out-- somewhere near there.  They first look at which side the server is on.  That should tell you a lot about the about score.  Then they try to construct.  There's always a person who's loudest; and probably-- and usually-- the loudest one is the one with the most vague memory of all things if you'd listen carefully:  He's just loud, that's all.  Then there's this quiet personality.  He holds still, with his racket resting on the top of the net, listening but not responding and still deep in his recounts- until finally says, 'its's 30-40; gotta be.'  Everyone stops, weighs on his resolution-- only for a short breathtaking while though-- before they start to murmur again.  This never is quick.  You know how important each and every point is in tennis.  Tennis is unrelenting and selfish sport.  Nobody here is in the contribution mood.  Who said this is a gentlemen's sport?