Crazy fans who wanted to hide behind the TV wrote this

He won it, he won it!
Six times in a row
He done it, he done it!
My boy's ready to go

Watch out, clay season!
This is no 2009
We're getting poetic for a reason
The boy's (finally) more than fine

No more weak knees
Six-love, Six-one
We're top-spinnin', we're chewing trophies
Roland Garros - here we come!

(Scream. Faints. Exit left)