Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm well aware that Rafa ain't playing this year. And, that means Roga is going to cake-walk to his Grand Slam Titles Record. But that doesn't mean I can't pine for last year's Best Match Ever in which Rafa beat Roga. Here's a link to my review of Jon Wertheim's book about the 2008 Wimbledon gentlemens championship match.
What I appreciate most about tennis aren’t the physical elements (though Becker’s diving about the court is both what first drew me in and bruised me up). It’s the psychological side of everything from amateur knockarounds to professional ranks. On the court, there’s nobody to blame but yourself and no coaches to offer advice. It’s mano-a-mano (or womano-a-womano); only the mentally stronger survive a given day. It’s competition at its purest, bared for all to see, sometimes cruelly but generally tactfully. A cordial war.
And at no point in the tennis history has that been clearer than last July 6.