Roger Federer touches tennis perfection after lightening load of expectation | Andrew Anthony


Few expected the 35 -year-old to win the Australian Open after his injuries but he has been on stunning form since and a more relaxed stance has helped

Two comeback children met in Miami and played a very fine match of tennis this week. One was Juan Martn del Potro, the lanky, lugubrious Argentinian who has suffered two career-threatening wrist injuries. Since returning last year, after a twoyear hiatus, he narrowly lost to Andy Murray in the Olympic final and produced Argentina to their first Davis Cup win.

His is an uplifting narrative of triumph over catastrophe, stalwart finding in the face of debilitating physical and psychological setbacks. He played beautifully this week, with his elegant backhand slice and his thunderous smacking of a forehand. But unfortunately for him he was up against Roger Federer, who, at 35 and following his own long lay-off with a knee hurt and then a back hurt, is playing perhaps the best tennis of his life.

Given that Federer is arguably the best player in history, that would attain his tennis right now the best there has ever been. Thats an extremely large assert that is probably easier to shoot down than subsistence. But there is no doubt that Federer, that most heavenly of musicians, is enjoying a second coming at an age when most top musicians are either retired or long past their peak.

He went through Delpo like Delhi tap water through a tourist. Some of the shoots he played were, even by his own exalted criterion, jaw-dropping. And there is certainly no question that his single-handed backhand, so ruthlessly targeted by Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic, is now a weapon of matchwinning extermination. Federers supreme 2017 have continued elude all expectancies as he booked a place in the Miami Open final and with it the 37 th episode of his rivalry with Nadal.

Has sport, let alone tennis, witnessed such an astounding comeback? First we must acknowledge that Federer wasnt exactly a spent force. During his injury-riven doldrums last year his ranking was 17, his lowest since 2001 but still among the worlds elite. That said, at the start of this year he hadnt won a grand slam title for five years and the only lane forward seemed down or retirement.

He had retained his competitive instinct during that spell, three times finishing runner-up in grand slams to the seemingly unbeatable Djokovic but the plain fact was he hadnt defeated the Serb or his great rival Nadal in a grand slam final since 2007.

Even though he had accumulated an astounding 17 grand slam names, it was almost painful to find him try so hard, want it so much, and get further away from his purpose of an 18 th. Moreover, the slow deterioration started to cast a shadow backwards over his early glorious years. Between 2004 and 2007 he was by in so far the best player in “the worlds” that he resembled a god among humankinds except on clay, where “hes having” feet of clay.

Yet this superiority was now held against him. He was merely so successful, said his critics, because the rest of the field wasnt up to the job. Once Nadal found out his backhand weakness and Djokovic started to outlast him, Federer, for all his peerless grace, began to look all too mortal. And the man who never seemed to break a sweat, much less strain a tendon, started to get injured.

In January at the Australian Open in Melbourne, the stage was determined for “the worlds” new No1, Andy Murray, to confirm his position with his fourth grand slam title, especially once a psychologically troubled Djokovic fell by the wayside. That didnt happen.

Instead Federer and his nemesis Nadal fought an epic five-set final, with the Swiss emerging triumphant. Since then hes scarcely lost a set. His play “wasnt just” restored but in many respects , not least with his backhand, improved.

When he was a promising teenager, the imperturbable Federer was known for his ferociou temper not with other musicians, but himself. He couldnt forgive himself for his mistakes. As he reasoned at the time: One should just be able to play a perfect game.

He actually started to beat everyone else only when he stopped beating himself up. The contradiction was the less he demanded perfection, the closer he got to it. And this may be a clue to this splendid Indian summer of his sparkling career.

He didnt expect to win the Australian Open, or to be back in the top five by this time of the year. Its not that he stopped trying it required immense effort to regain fitness and change technique more that he lightened the load of expectancy and allowed his phenomenal flair to enjoy one last season in the sun.

Roger Federer with the trophy after defeating his nemesis Rafael Nadal to win the Australian Open, his 18 th grand slam title, in January. Photo: Clive Brunskill/ Getty Images

It cant last. Nothing can. Thats the ephemeral beauty of sporting genius. Its very hard to believe that Federer could preserve his current form into his 37 th year. There is a biological level at which even the finest athletes must succumb to irreversible physical deterioration. In the same way, it beggars belief that the 35 -year-old Manchester United striker Zlatan Ibrahimovic could squeeze another season like the present one out of his monumental frame.

Ibrahimovic is a colourfully contrasting character to Federer. The Swede revels in an arrogance that the Swiss works overtime to suppress. Where Federer could win trophies for humility, Ibrahimovic likes to speak of himself in grand historical terms. But in reality these are superficial differences, because at their core both men possess a cast-iron self-belief, and are willing to do what is needed to retain their competitive edge, long after they are under any obligation to prove themselves.

Andre Agassi, who himself came back from another kind of crisis the usual: are concerned about marrying Brooke Shields and dabbling with crystal meth lately said that he and his wife, fellow legend Steffi Graf, watched Federer and Nadal in that Melbourne classic. Why do they do it? Graf asked her husband. Can you believe what these guys are willing to put themselves through?

Its certainly not for money. Federer could live long and well on his vast wealth and world celebrity. But hes still striving to be better, to win one more, to reach the top. As a result we can see now that there was a fallacy about the arrival of Djokovic and Nadal in Federers pomp. They didnt bring him down to size. He lifted them up to where he was. They would never have reached those heights without his leading the lane. And now, like the indomitable champ he is, hes stepped out in front once again.

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