Yesterday morning I was coming in from the stable after letting the horses out and feeding the fat barn cat named Rosa. It was a beautiful winter day here in Sweden...everyday is beautiful out in the country with so few people around. It’s not that I don’t like people it’s just that I feel a whole lot better when they aren’t around...a line from a movie called “Barfly” with Mickey Rourke. But anyways...strolling leisurely out in the field and into the forest was a moose cow and two almost full grown calves. The sight filled my heart with love...love of life. Love of nature. The natural order of things.
In tennis things somehow have gotten all convoluted and the natural order of things has been dramatically and drastically interfered with by none other than the genius of the planet...the genius of man. With each invention comes a curse...bottle quoted someone as saying and we have only to witness our favorite game and pastime to realize that indeed tennis is a metaphor for life. But only if you think like a poet...I suppose. A dreamer. To me...it speaks of an arrogance. The arrogance of mankind. As if somehow we reinvented the game to lead us to believe that somehow we are better than...better than those of the past. Like life nowadays...ask any teenager what life would life be like without a smart phone. They are pretty damn sure of themselves...that would be no life at all. They must think that the people of the past are really stupid. More metaphor...just food for thought.
The 2014 Australian Open Championships gives us all the evidence we need to see how easy it is to alter the natural order of things...just monkeying around with the courts a bit and substituting some new pills (the balls) and everything went topsy turvy. The story is an epic and if I had the time and the writing skills I would love to attempt to capture it...with all of the theme and every single nuance within it. But just look at the remaining players in the draws...for once even consider the woman as well. Something very unusual happened down in Melbourne which always leads me to the question...why?
Yesterday was like a dream to me...from the moment I saw the moose cow and her two offspring until I went to bed...nearly exhausted from following the tournament and doing my duties as a teacher of tennis to my students. I love a day that I fall asleep like the dead because I am so tired from pursuing the things that I love. Yesterday was such a day. It started quite early for me and because of the Roger Federer match there was another piece of business that went somewhat unnoticed. I was up watching that one too. Grigor Dimitrov vs. Rafael Nadal.
Looking back I am so happy that klacr...aka Kyle...started the thread about the Stockholm Open that was won by young Grigor, whom I have nicknamed “Kid Gallivant” because of his passion for life as well as tennis. He’s got an eye on the ladies...which is great as long as it doesn’t distract you and take your eye off of the ball. It looks to me that Grigor has his eyes squarely on the ball and yesterday he came from just a couple of points of sending his royal ass holiness to an early exit. I say that in jest...sort of. This guy is a real piece of work as are 99.99 percent of the professional athletes of modern sports are...in my humble opinion. As some like to say. But not me...I say it only in jest. I don't pretend to be humble when discussing tennis. Not in todays politically correct climate. I never did learn to "pony up".
The Stockholm Open thread gave us a chance to keep an eye on young Grigor and klacr followed up with a thread devoted strictly to Dimitrov that lead some of us to get to know him a bit better. At least about his tennis game. He has long suffered the complimentary nickname of “Baby Fed” because of his obvious modeling his tennis game after the Swiss Maesto but he has blossomed into his own person...his own player. I thought that he just might take out the griping and bitchy Nadal and he almost did. He was so close that he was crying afterwards...crying mostly from nerve and from the realization that he is that close to breaking into the top echelon of current tennis players. It would be enough to make any young man from Bulgaria cry. Life historically hasn’t been a walk in the park for Eastern Europeans. It's no trip to the beach. Like Stanislas Wawrinka...Grigor Dimitrov is climbing up the food chain and Nadal nearly became his claim to fame. But it is only the beginning for our gallant and dashing young man from Bulgaria. No more Mr. Sharapova either...he is his own man now. Let’s watch him grow...and conquer.
Which brings us to Roger Federer...and I am not going to say too much right now. Let me just say that the Tildenesque bit is all intertwined and it is only to connect the three dots as usual. The court, the racquet and the balls. There is the most logical of explanations. I will just wait and see how everything plays out. I expected him to “routine” Andy Murray...and he did. I expect him to take Nadal down...but that isn’t saying that he will. But he should have hired John McEnroe for this confrontation only. More than anyone in the world McEnroe could have managed a tactical game plan against Rafael Nadal on an apparently slightly faster than “normal” tennis court surface. John McEnroe solved the riddle of Björn Borg in the waning days of Classic Tennis and this matchup is only the same thing...but it is being played in the mirror. Instead of a left-handed artist of a player with all of the shots from A to Z against the classic mechanical right-handed player with the strong gripped forehand and two-handed backhand...we have the reverse.
Federer’s dismissal of Andy Murray was pretty much a routing match...as only a tough Grand Slam quarterfinal can be. He dismissed him outright in the first two sets riding the wave of “being in the zone” when he caught that wave he was riding throughout the match with Jo-Wilfried Tsonga clear through the third set...when he hiccuped. But that is all that it was as Mats Wilander at some point in an earlier commentary discussed. During the course of a great five set match there are going to be ebbs and flows. Federer ebbed just a bit...but he never lost that steely resolve as Murray did. Federer may have hiccuped but his confidence never waned.
Murray was back to whining and grimacing. Playing to psychology of feigning injury and messing with the opponents mind. John Newcombe, Rod Laver, Jimmy Connors and even Ivan Lendl must have been concealing their own grimaces. Such behavior was once deemed unworthy. Never show your injury to your opponent unnecessarily...acting in such a manner is unsportsmanlike. But unsportsmanlike is a relative term...what flies today drew yesterdays ire. His reaction to the ball that Roger barely scraped off of the pavement was rather typical...questioning Roger’s honesty right in front of the entire crowd. If there was one person in the crowd who was absolutely certain as to whether that ball was up or not up...it was Roger Federer. Rest assured if Roger had not gotten that ball...he would have called it on himself.
So all of the dramatics aside we are left with the tactics, the racquet, the quicker court surface and the balls. Trust me that this is the beginning of the story. The story is as deep as the ocean. But the crux of the matter lies in my dream paradigm of tennis. The book is Tilden and the model is Gonzalez with the Budge backhand. Hopman is the coach and FEDERER is living proof. Everything this week has actually gone according to script. The playing surface has been altered which in turn leveled the playing field. The quicker surface gives a slight favor to the more classic player with variety of shot, whereas the sand laden surface that causes the ball to behave as if it is bouncing on velcro gives the advantage to the western grips and the two handed backhand. This stuff is straight out of Tilden and I hardly need anyone to confirm this for me...this isn’t some dog and pony show for me. It amuses me that some beg Doug Eng to confirm what is right in front of their eyes...but don’t get me wrong about Doug either. As one forum participant has in the past. I have as much regard for his views as anyone else here in the conversation. But no more and no less. We must be all equals...seeing as we all put our pants on one leg at a time. As I said...I never did learn to "pony up". I don't think that you should either. But do as you will...I don't offer any advice in this regard.
Roger needs to slice the backhand. Pure and simple. He needs to slice Rosewellian style in order to make the ball lay down and skid on the slightly slicker surface with the quicker balls. Occasionally he should slice high and soft...to take the air of the ball. Then go back to hammering. Mix it up. Take your opponent out of his rhythm then reestablish your own. If he played Nadal correctly it would be as routine as it was for Murray and for Tsonga. Perhaps a bit tougher. Both Nishikori and Dimitrov experimented in bringing Nadal forwards with short angles and drop shots but neither were able to carry out the strategy to fruition. Power slicing deep into the corner of the Nadal backhand and short and angled to the Nadal forehand will have the same effect as Novak Djokovic’s flat two-handed backhand with even better results on the quicker surface. Nadal will have to work so much harder to run around his backhand. Federer actually won the fourth set against Murray with a rash of errors that were the result of some brilliant backhand slices. Murray started to spray forehands as he attempted to run around his backhand.

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