In Paris, she fought her way all the way to the quarterfinals. In London, she fought through her second-round match, but her opponent played better tennis. For the ball bashing WTA players, grass can't hide lumbering movement the way clay can. On the lawns, if you can't trust your shots, can't chase down all those angled, skidding, and dying balls, you need your opponent to gift you the match. She received no such gift today.
I'll have more on this match later, especially as the incessant excuses roll in from the pundits, but, for now, suffice it to say, we told you her seeding was utterly ridiculous.