Sunday, January 28, 2007
F for Federer. F for Finesse.
I agree with the critics. Someone needs to give us new words to describe this tennis maestro.
I watched the Australian Open Men's Single finals at 9 o'clock this morning. Funny how I always struggle to get up for morning lectures and yet when it comes to sports events, I am there right on the dot.
It's been almost half a year since I've watched any tennis games (the last few being Wimbledon 2006 in the summer). I've never ever held a tennis racquet in my life before (let alone play the game) but like football, I find it bewitching, magnetic even. Definitely one of the best sports of which to be an arm-chair spectator.
Fernando Gonzalez was the other finalist today. Speedy Gonzales many nicknamed him. But Master Federer was simply too good to be denied of the championship win.
A friend (who is also a close follower of the tennis game) once asked me why I like watching Federer play. Typical me, I retorted defensively and answered him back with this instead, "why DON'T you like watching Federer play?"
"Cause he does my head in. It's like you can never win against him. So what's the point of watching when you already know the winner before the game has even started?"
You get the impression that people find him boring don't you, that because he's always winning, there's no joy in watching his games anymore.
But I'd like to differ. Ask any of the tennis commentators and I'm very sure they too would beg to differ.
The magnificent shots that he come up with, the beautiful strokes that he execute, the wonderful placements of the ball in which he put, his game plan, his single-handed backhand, his footwork, his languid way around the court, his easy demeanour, his friendly nature - everything spells class.
Roger Federer is an epitome of perfection. He defies imagination.
That's why I like to watch him play.
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