Showing posts with label Wimbledon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wimbledon. Show all posts
On Federer's watch
In Bryan Harvey, In Grand Slam tennis, In Marin Cilic, In Roger Federer, In Teach, In WimbledonJuly 18, 2017
The end of history, or Andy Murray's attempted rivalry with Novak Djokovic
In Andy Murray, In Bryan Harvey, In Carthage, In French Open, In Novak Djokovic, In Queens Tournament, In Rome, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJune 21, 2016
As of June 5th, the tennis season is through Roland Garros.
Wimbledon will start before the end of the month. In between those two swells in the Grand Slam ocean, Andy Murray made history by winning the Queens tournament for a fifth time. He is the only player to do so, having laid waste to Milos Raonic in the tournament's championship match. This summer has also seen Murray reunite with his former coach, Ivan Lendl, in order to start winning Grand
Slams again, which is the sort of history that tends to matter most in the tennis world. Of course, this accomplishment would also entail solving the Novak
Djokovic conundrum.
Screaming inside of myself: Championship weekend at Wimbledon
In Andy Murray, In Bryan Harvey, In Muguruza, In Novak Djokovic, In Roger Federer, In Serena Williams, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJuly 11, 2015
Men’s Semifinals
(Friday): In a match that surpassed its aesthetic billing as the
Battle of the Beautiful Backhands and delivered arguably the tournament’s best
match, Richard Gasquet won a berth in the semi-finals at Wimbledon. However,
against Novak Djokovic, substance receded leaving only flash and Gasquet, as
always, was on the outside looking in, wondering what happened to the moment.
Ah, but at least he can relish his relationship with alliteration.
Storm Fronts Hatching at Wimbledon: Djokovic Defeats Nadal
In Bryan Harvey, In Novak Djokovic, In Rafael Nadal, In Teach, In tennis, In WimbledonJuly 3, 2011
So much of who a tennis player is can be observed in how they wait. As an audience we tend to focus on the power of the forehand, the grace of the volleys, and the dizziness of back and forth flight--you know, the whirlwind of the moment--that periods of incubation between each serve slip from our memories, like a yolky membrane running through our fingertips. But, it is in these moments that a player's identity is hatched and nurtured, that their personality grows warm enough to survive and endure.
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