Time to write about the Swiss boy, Roger Federer. Just finished watching him crush Hewitt on way to another Australian open finals. What caught my attention about him suddenly out of the blue was the video which one of my friends had posted in her facebook account. It is a beautiful piece of narration, the link to which i have provided below. I wont write much about this man. Watching him play is like visual poetry.
A wrist made of rubber and the calmness and poise which would put even the greatest of athletes to shame. Greatness never got on his head, and his humility still wins the heart even if he loses the game. Pistol Pete was considered the undisputed king of modern Tennis, but not long before this kid jumped into the fray. He just allowed 7 years for Pete to keep his record.
A wrist made of rubber and the calmness and poise which would put even the greatest of athletes to shame. Greatness never got on his head, and his humility still wins the heart even if he loses the game. Pistol Pete was considered the undisputed king of modern Tennis, but not long before this kid jumped into the fray. He just allowed 7 years for Pete to keep his record.
Check out this link......
ESPN'S letter to Roger Federer's Children
This was a tribute by ESPN to the great star. The video is in the form of a narrative about the legend himself addressed to Roger's kids. It goes like...
Dear Youngest Federer,
By the time you are old enough to understand this, your father wont be the player he once was. So this is for you from those of us who were there, just to tell you who he was.
He was like a champion like tennis had never seen. He was like a page out of the most romantic novel. He was so graceful that any ballet dancer would want to burn her shoes. He was fast but not the one you would notice, he was powerful but like a Ferrari and not a Hummer.
They all came at him and they all fell to him, major after major, year after year. Your father dominated the sport the way avalanches dominate the trees and yet he was so humble and decent that it became no shame to lose to him. In fact it became a kind of honor. To lose to Roger Federer meant you were woven into the fabric of sports history. And what a history he wrote.
You will read about it some day and it will shock you but his finest moment might have been a sun splashed sunday at Wimbeldon when he passed the Pete Sampras record for majors with 15. Some thought we might not ever see that day, thought Pete was followed by younger, bulkier and useless models. But they were wrong. God's never get vanish, they reincarnate.
When you would be mature enough to understand ,Tennis would be less important. Majors would become minors, trophies will become showcase pieces. But your father's perfect life would become somehow, get even better.
How Sweet.....this is the way greatness should be praised.... :)
When you would be mature enough to understand ,Tennis would be less important. Majors would become minors, trophies will become showcase pieces. But your father's perfect life would become somehow, get even better.
How Sweet.....this is the way greatness should be praised.... :)
One more advertisement goes like this,
15 Grand Slams
John McEnroe: 15 majors. It is double of what i got (crying). Congrats (grumbling). Thanks for making us look so average.
Serena Williams : Wao. It makes me wanna cry.
Miachel Jordan: I didn't win 15 anything. Congrats.
Pete Sampras : 7 years, you have me keep this record. It's is tough to swallow. 15 this is your number. Congratulations Roger, you did it.
Tiger Woods : That's pretty cool. Hmm not bad.
LOVE 15
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