Picket Fence Laureate: Oh yeah … one of these again …
They said the rivalry was an at end,
And Federer was on a downward trend,
Against Rafa, he played only once this year,
Which ended with Dootsie shedding a tear,
So last night when Roger stepped out on court,
To be honest, I was a little distraught.
Needlessly, ’cause Fed had brushed aside the field,
With sharpened tools and lethal shots to wield.
Against Djoko he was simply sublime,
So good it was illegal, he was committing a crime!
But Rafael Nadal is a different beast,
And had Fed’s number, to say the least.
But Fed came out playing like sex on fire,
With fiendish forehands and volleys to inspire.
His backhand whip was so splendiforous
That Dootsie’s lady tubes sang a chorus:
And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
But Rafa responded, you shall not pass!
Expect nothing less from a player of his class.
And Fed was rattled, he was unnerved,
Under 30% for the whole set he served,
Nadal soon got himself a break,
The match was now anyone’s to take.
By Now, Doots was feeling quite sober,
Surely he’s lost. Surely it’s over?!
But Fed regrouped and played with conviction,
His wanted this victory and vindication.
40-15 became breakpoint instead,
“Watch him shank it!” Doots cried with dread.
But all converted, Fed sailed on with relief,
So much for my lack of belief,
Match point soon came with a forehand mishit,
Was it in? Did it catch the line a bit?
Time froze still, then melted into a smile,
As Roger roared and celebrated in style.
But even as we rejoiced and cheered,
Our “Esteemed Media” stood back and jeered.
‘Poor Rafa,’ they said, ‘he was oh-so-tired.
Look at all the shots he misfired!’
To party poopers I say “IN YOUR FACE!“
Why can’t you concede with a little grace?
As much as I like to whinge and snark,
To shout from rooftops in the dark,
Nothing appeases me and gives me more bliss,
Than the cries of joy from fans of the Swiss,
With you I’ve shared this emotional year,
And grown to hold all of you dear.
Some tough losses we’ve had to endure,
But deep down, I know our faith is sure.
In my head, I imagine a curious scene,
Where we’re all screaming in front of our screen,
Because despite living worlds apart,
The same man tugs the strings of our heart.