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A New Grasscourt Champion

Rafael Nadal edged out Roger Federer yesterday in the Wimbledon finals. Thereby ending Federer's five match winning streak at Wimbledon.

And to say that this was one of the greatest matches ever played will be doing it an injustice. It's a rarity in any sport to see two classy opponents playing at this high a level.

Last year's final was heartbreaking for Nadal and this year almost became a repeat of that. Nadal had Federer on the edge a couple of times and yet every time it seemed like the game was lost, Federer would swing back in. In the end, it felt somehow incredible that Nadal actually won. Time after time on crucial points, Federer rendered Nadal helpless. And if it was any other player, their spirit would have been crushed perhaps. But not Nadal. He had only one case of nerves when he double faulted in the third set after leading the tie breaker 5-2.

Both players fought and fought and didn't let themselves get down. Federer came back after being two sets down to level it despite interruptions of play by the eccentricities of the British weather. And as Federer drew even, it seemed like he was on his way to his sixth straight Wimbledon. But it was just stalling the inevitable as Federer sent a routine shot into the net and the game ended with Nadal flat on his back after 4 hours and 48 minutes. Giving Spain a new Wimbledon Champion after 42 years.

And the best part is, with Roger Federer at 26 and Rafael Nadal only 22, we can be sure of some more great games to come. Alleluia

Comments

homecooked said…
My husband was moping around cos his favourite Federer lost! Looks like u r a Nadal fan :)
Gentle Whispers said…
No No, I'm a total Federer fan. But that match just blew me away. And I had to give credit where it was due. Nadal played beautifully right from the beginning. It isn't easy to get 2 sets up on Federer in the beginning.

And I'm all phisophical now, but I have to say, I moped around quite a bit too. :D
Xorkes said…
thank god the electricity lasted long enough.. hehehe
i couldnt hv afforded to miss such a crucial match.. Worth it man!!
Awesome..spectacular..
tough fight n great results.
the world no1, 2 n 3 rock it great on court!! no doubt ;0)
neha said…
my frnds are totally shattered..i am indifferent!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Neha : That's ok. Tennis is not everybody's bag. One of my best friends doesnt like it either. He's more into team sports.
Jeevan said…
i missed watching this Potential match :(

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