Down Under Day 12: Superlatives, you fail me.
Before the tournament, tennis commentators said the men’s tour has never been so deep.
They said there were “12 men” in the draw who could win this slam.
They said that players these days are fitter, more athletic, and better than they’ve ever been.
I myself wasn’t sure that Roger would make the final.
In the end, Soddycakes lost first round with a bum elbow. Rafa’s knees went gaga on him … again. Randy struggled with a rebel shoulder. Nole looked like he was about to puke, which apparently is different from how he usually looks. Playstation didn’t come with an extended warrantee. And Delpo had … whatever he had.
Ultimately, there are only two men with the ability to win on Sunday – Federer and Murray, the bookies’ favourites before the tournament.
Come Sunday, I’ll be frazzling my knickers off. But right now, I’m just soaking in the happy fact that Roger Federer, once again, has put himself in a position to go one better on his slam tally.
- 8th consecutive final, second in ATP history to … oh, himself with 10.
- 18 of the 19 finals. For a man whose “imminent” demise was heralded way back in 2007. Waiting for the end of Federer is not unlike waiting for Godot.
- 23 consecutive slam semifinals. Only 2 other men since 1970 have made every semifinal within a calendar year – Lendl and Nadal. Roger has accomplished the feat 5 times.
In that, and in most of his records, Roger Federer stands alone.
We may never see the likes of him again.
Tonight’s a night for celebrations, not frazzling. And tomorrow, we shall enjoy the brilliance of Serena and Justine. Life doesn’t get better than this.
A humble minion,