This is the kind of face you make:
When you are sitting in the good seats at Wimbledon and this happens:
After the powerful volley, Andy Murray could be heard whispering in his brogue:
That is for my bloody chap, Sarkozy. Elect a Socialist? Not on my watch, mate.
No grater pain doth a man have than crushed nuts.
In a game of strategy and strength, you should learn your opponent’s weakness and go for it, or them.