Davis Cup: Day 3 – Del Potro Heroics Help Argentina Win At Last

They were born within a week of each other.  They grew up on the junior circuit together.  They turned professional in the same year.  They are both 6 ft 6, both right-handed and they have both won a US Open Grand Slam.  They are tennis twins.  On Sunday afternoon, Marin Cilic and Juan Martin Del Potro met in the first reverse singles in a match that would effectively decide the outcome of the 2016 Davis Cup.

Argentina had taken a gamble and chosen to play Del Potro in Saturday’s doubles.  The gamble had not paid off, and for the first two sets in the singles it looked like it had actually backfired as Delpo appeared to be wilting under the onslaught of Cilic’s powerful groundstrokes.  Marin has rarely played better.  Inspired by his noisy home crowd, he was serving like a demon and hitting groundstrokes with power, accuracy and angles that was breathtaking.  But, sadly, Marin has an Achilles heel: an evil twin imposter (he has a lot of twins!) that takes over just when the pressure is on and a match gets into ‘squeaky bum time’ – to use a famous Fergie parlance.  All of a sudden, Marin goes from serving like a god to forgetting how to hit a first serve.  The serve goes and inexplicably silly mistakes creep into his game at just the wrong times.  In tennis, it is never about how many points you win, but about when you win them.

At first though, fortified by the noisy atmosphere, Cilic seemed to have survived his self-created crisis moments.  He gave back an early break of serve in the opening set but regained his composure enough to take the set on a tie-break.  It was Del Potro who was rattled, and Cilic ramped up the pressure to break in the second set.  Delpo’s struggles on his serve were not helped by the umpire giving him an unncessary time violation later on, which caused him to double fault and lose his serve again.  The second set was gone and Croatia were just one set away from winning the Davis Cup.

But in a five set match, being one set away from winning is like being a planet away from getting to the moon.  It can be quite straightforward to win two sets in a row in tennis; it is notoriously difficult to win three sets in a row, which is why five set matches are the ultimate test in tennis.  In the end, it was a moment of cheeky genius that turned the destiny of the match.  At 15-15 all in the third set on Del Potro’s serve, with Cilic toying with him, drawing him into the net and then lobbing him, Del Potro scrambled back to the baseline and with his back to the net, hit a tweener-lob between his legs that sailed diagonally over the Cilic’s head and landed plum in the left corner between the tram and baseline.  A shot worthy of winning the Davis Cup.

Delpo, sensing a change in momentum, soon had Cilic in trouble with two break points.  But, unusually, Marin held his nerve and the set stayed on serve until 5-6.  Croatia were within touching distance if Marin could take it to a tie-break.  The Argentinian fans, who had been making themselves hoarse with their incessant noise and unrelenting support, sensed they were on last chance saloon and cranked up the atmosphere one more notch.  It was ‘squeaky bum time’ all round.  Marin had done surprisingly well in saving numerous break points in the match, but he always appeared just a wobble away from yielding.  Delpo at times looked like he was on the wrong end of a heavyweight boxing bout, yet somehow found reserves of strength to hang in there with some outstanding defending.  In a battle of wills and sheer bloody-mindedness, there was only going to be one winner.  Marin’s slacker twin was back with a vengeance and he had lost the set 5-7.

Yet, to his credit, Marin’s head did not go down.  He stayed strong in the fourth set, and it looked like he might outlast Delpo, who was now showing visible signs of fatigue.  He was slowing down noticeably and Cilic had got him to deuce at 4-4 in the fourth set.  Delpo won the next point to get advantage.  And then, there was another one of those pivotal incidents that change the course of a match.  The umpire once again chose an inopportune moment to give Del Potro a time violation.  As it was his second, he lost his first serve.  Del Potro was furious.  Cilic was confused.  And the crowd started going bananas.  A lengthy delay ensued during which the referee was called and argued with by everybody.  Once all the steam was let off, the play resumed, but with a different Del Potro.  A raging Del Potro.  The perceived injustice of the time warning, rather than having a detrimental impact, acted only to reignite his fire, intensify his determination and harden his resolve.  There was only going to be one outcome of the second serve.  Bang.  A winner.  Once more, Marin was serving to stay in the set.  Once more, come pressure time, he was found wanting.  A fired up Del Potro was not to be denied and the match would go down to the fifth and deciding set.

The match was already a thriller with more twists, turns and red herrings than an Agatha Christie crime novel.  But there was more to come.  Against the run of play, Del Potro was broken in the very first game of the fifth set.  The break, though, merely increased Del Potro’s determination, whereas Cilic again failed to raise his level in response and hold on to his serve.  Still, he reacted well to the setback and had Del Potro at deuce in the following game, when yet another controversial incident occurred.  A Del Potro forehand appeared to have gone long and a shout made Cilic stop playing momentarily thinking it was the line judge calling it out.  But it was a shout from the crowd and Cilic was forced to play a hasty shot in reply and the point was lost.  He flung his racquet to the ground in anger and his feelings were exacerbated when Del Potro won the next point to hold.  Though Marin held his next two service games, there was an air of inevitability about the outcome.

Twice this season Marin has lost after being two sets up.  Against Federer in the quarter finals at Wimbledon, he also squandered three match points in the third set before losing in five.  He subsequently lost in the first Davis Cup quarter final rubber against Jack Sock of the USA after being two sets up.  Fortunately, he had youngster Borna Coric to save him by winning the deciding fifth rubber to take Croatia through.  But there would be no Borna Coric in the fifth rubber here to save his blushes this time.  Croatia were going to win or lose with Marin Cilic.  Marin had nearly lost from two sets up in the first rubber against Federico Delbonis before he regrouped himself.  He has always been vulnerable under pressure, and in sport, vulnerability under pressure is fatal.

Predictably, Marin’s biggest weapon, his serve, crumbled once more when it was needed most.  Delpo, tennis’s greatest comeback kid, had done it once again, coming back from two sets down and a break down in the fifth to win a quite extraordinary match 6-7, 2-6, 7-5, 6-4, 6-3.  The quality of the match and the standard of shot making was so high, and the atmosphere so intense, it deserves to go down as one of the greatest Davis Cup matches, and probably the match of the season.  It had been so, so close; ultimately, the difference between the tennis twins was that Delpo was able to raise his game under pressure, while Marin’s game capitulated.  It was not the better man who had won, but the stronger man.  The one with the stiffer sinew and the bigger heart.

Even though there was a fifth and final rubber to come, without Borna Coric Croatia had no more aces to play.  Ivo Karlovic, though ranked 20th the world to his opponent Federico Delbonis’s 41, was a servebot with practically no tennis ability.  The outcome was never in doubt.  Delbonis destroyed him, and Argentina had finally won the Davis Cup at their fifth attempt.  Delpo and Delbo were their heroes, backed up by a crazy, raucous, fervid band of supporters that deserved as much accolade as their players.  After all the heartache of years lost and career wrecked through endless injuries, numerous surgeries and several failed comebacks, no one deserved to fight his way to victory more than Delpo.  It was a triumph for persistence, perseverance and sheer blind faith.

As for yours truly, it was a bittersweet moment.  I was happy for Delpo, sad for Marin.  I wanted Marin to win as he is one rung above Delpo on my favourites’ list.  I knew he was good enough to win – he played so well he surprised even me by the quality of his tennis.  I knew he was good, but even I didn’t realise he could be this good.  But his inability to deal with pressure has always been his constant, and in sport, it is a player’s ability to handle pressure that determines who wins.  Delpo, like all natural-born winners, is at his best when things are at their worst.  Pressure brings out the best in him; it ignites his competitive spirit and strengthens his resolve.

Of course even great competitors can be beaten, but they will never beat themselves.  Those with more fragile mentalities like Marin will always have to struggle with their own demons in order to succeed.  However, true winners are not those who have no weaknesses, but those who manage to overcome their weaknesses.  As Delpo so amply demonstrated, fortune can be persuaded to smile on the comeback kid.

 

Davis Cup: Day 2 – Croatia Take Doubles As Del Potro Gamble Fails

Have sightings of Diego Maradona in the Zagreb Arena made fans at the Davis Cup think they were attending a football match between Croatia and Argentina?  Judging by the fervid and raucous old school football terrace atmosphere they were obviously hoping that Maradona might excitedly jump onto the court and start kicking a ball about!

His countrymen could certainly have done with a tennis doubles specialist of his ability for Saturday afternoon’s crucial doubles match against Croatia.  Instead, they had to take a gamble and play Juan Martin Del Potro again, a risky move given the fact he was still playing himself into this season after such a long injury layoff and numerous wrist surgeries.  Is he realistically capable of playing three best-of-five set matches three days running?

The danger of playing him in the doubles was that he might be too tired for his big showdown with Croatian number 1 Marin Cilic tomorrow.  Clearly Argentina weren’t entirely confident of winning both their reverse singles, so decided to throw Delpo in to the doubles even if they were never really likely to win.  Both Delpo and his partner Leo Mayer are singles players who prefer to stick like glue to the baseline, whereas Croatia boasted a doubles specialist in Ivan Dodig, alongside Marin Cilic, who is perfectly comfortable at the net.

Delpo’s presence in the doubles would also mean seeing my two favourite players now facing each other twice, which was not going to be fun.  But since servebot Ivo Karlovic was safely sat on the sidelines for this match, I could support Croatia freely.  The first set was extremely tight with a lot of tension in the air to go with the boisterous atmosphere.  Everyone knew that whoever won this match would get a very strong hand on the trophy (in as much as any one can get their hands on the Davis Cup trophy because it is huge!).  The Argentinians looked to have made a better start as they were winning their games more easily, but come the tie break the Croatians’ better doubles play gave them the advantage and they took the set.

The momentum was with the Croats and they broke in the very first game of the second set.  The Argentinians were starting to look like two singles players who had just met in the bar and decided to have a hit together; Delpo didn’t appear remotely comfortable out there and Mayer was struggling to hold serve.  A two set lead for the Croatians and surely it was game over.  With the score 4-3 all Marin and Ivan had to do was hold one service game each and Croatia would go two sets up.  Surely Marin wouldn’t be the one dropping serve here?  Of course he would.  This is Mr Jekyll and Hyde we are talking about.  There is inevitably one moment in a Cilic match where US Open champion Marin will go walkabout and his useless twin, hacker Marin, will mysteriously take over and suddenly Marin’s serve will go doolally.  Cue a whole game of nothing but tentative second serves, which was not helped by Dodig crossing over enthusiastically at the net several times and missing.  Parity restored.

If it’s a certainty that Marin will be inconsistent at some point during a match, it is also a truism that players who don’t manage to hold their serves when ahead and go to a tie break tend to win them.  Tie breaks give them an opportunity to regroup, and the Croatian boys quickly rediscovered their mojo, helped by some slack doubles play from Delpo and Mayer, to take the second on a tie break as well.  There was no way back for Argentina now no matter how intensely the fervent crowd chanted for their team.  Mayer was soon in trouble again in the third, and perhaps wisely Delpo was conserving his energies for Sunday’s reverse singles.  The Croatians had the break, and soon, Marin was serving for the match.  Marin has been known to wobble when having to close out, but here, amidst the din of his own exhorting fans, there was no way he was going to mess up.  A straightforward win in the end for the home favourites 7-6, 7-6, 6-3.  Advantage Croatia.

It’s not over yet for Argentina.  Not with Delpo in their corner.  But they must be praying their gamble hasn’t backfired and he remains fit and fresh for the singles.  Croatia will be hoping that it is USO Marin and not his slacker twin brother hacker Marin who turns up for the match and doesn’t go awol at any time.  And I will be wishing that, despite having to pick one favourite over another, Marin does the job for Croatia even though it will be at the expense of Delpo.  Because, should the match go to the final rubber, I cannot bring myself to support a servebot.  It is one dilemma I would like to avoid, thank you very much.

So don’t let me down, Marin.  Never mind about Croatia.  I am not supporting you so you can be the hero for Croatia.  I am supporting you so I don’t have to suffer the indignity of watching a servebot try to win the Davis Cup for Croatia.  Think of my aesthetic sensibilities.  And leave your slacker twin at home.  This is no time for imposters.  Only proper tennis players required, thank you very much.

Davis Cup: Day 1 – All Square

I have a confession to make.  I know what you are thinking: go see a priest.  It’s not that kind of a confession.

Now, my favourite player in the entire universe and beyond is, of course, our Andy.  That would be Andy Murray, world number 1.  I may have mentioned that once or twice in my recent blogs.  What do mean you haven’t noticed?  Shame on you.  Anyhow, behind him – not literally, it’s not panto season yet – in the tennis pecking order, there is a motley crew of players that I follow.  The drawback of following a motley crew of players is that, most inconveniently, they do tend to play each other now and then.

So it is that two of these said favourite players are playing each other in this weekend’s Davis Cup final between Croatia and Argentina in Zagreb.  I confess to being conflicted (knew we’d get there eventually).  I happen to have had a soft spot for Croatia ever since the Goran Ivanisevic days, plus Marin Cilic is one rung higher on the motley crew list than Juan Martin Del Potro for Argentina (and not just because Delpo defeated Andy and GB in the semi finals, honest).  So I guess I am supporting Croatia, or at least I would be unequivocally if only young Borna Coric had been able to play as the second singles player.  Alas, he is injured, which not only puts a big dent in Croatia’s chances of winning the Davis Cup, but he has been replaced by a servebot who can’t play tennis!

His name is Ivo Karlovic.  He’s 6 ft 11.  Yes, that’s 6 ft 11.  Surely nobody that height should be entitled to play anything other than basketball or do high jump.  They really should have a height limit in tennis.  It’s not on for these tallies to ruin the game.  They clearly have an unfair advantage by sheer dint of their height.  Nobody over 6 ft 6 should be allowed to play tennis because there is no point.  It would just turn into a tedious serve fest, like turning up to a football match for 90 minutes of penalty shootouts.  Who wants to pay to see that?  These servebots are like those ball machines that blast a barrage of balls at you – and that’s it.  Machines that have no other function.  Servebots are like that – they simply churn out aces or, when they miss, double faults.  They cannot actually play tennis.

I have another confession to take.  No, still not of the kind requiring priests.  I am a tennis purist and proud of it.  I believe a person has no right be playing professionally on a tennis court if they can’t actually play tennis.  It makes a mockery of the game.  So I was going to be damned before I would support Ivo Karlovic, let alone against a favourite.  Worse, his inclusion meant that all the burden would now be on Croatia’s number 1 player Marin Cilic, current world number 6, who would have to play and win 3 matches in a row to do the job for them.  Even Andy couldn’t manage that against Argentina in the semi finals.  Marin would have his work cut out just like Andy did to get past Delpo, a man who, once upon a time – back when he had wrists – had beaten defending champion Roger Federer from a set down and two sets to one down, to win the US Open as a mere babe…oh, ok, as a 20 year old.  That’s how good Delpo is; good enough to have once got the better of peak-Federer.  So either Marin was going to have to beat him after having played two other matches beforehand, or Karlovic would have to get a point.

That was highly unlikely in the first place (did I mention he can’t actually play tennis?), even if he was ranked 20th in the world – how??!! oh yeah, the aces – nevertheless, I couldn’t bring myself to support a player (and I use that word very loosely) who went against everything I believed in.  So unless Marin were to win all three of his matches (or lose two out of three to give Argentina a clear win), I would be facing the prospect of going against Croatia in the final winner takes all reverse rubber.  Argh!

At least on day one things would be a little more straightforward with Marin playing the second Argentinian, Federico Delbonis, and Karlovic taking on the mighty Delpo, and there was no way I was supporting anyone other than Juan Martin, thank you very much.  Talk about a case of split loyalties.

At least with Marin’s match I knew exactly who I wanted to win.  And for 2 sets he was winning….and then he went walkabout for the next two sets.  Maybe he was thinking about where he would be going for his winter sun beach holiday.  Who knows where Marin goes when he disappears in matches.  Marin is a classic Jekyll and Hyde.  Like Andy, he has an evil twin who inexplicably takes over at the most inopportune times and turns him, in a flash, from a US Open Grand Slam winning champion into a myopic council court hacker.  So, for the first two sets he was USO Marin, the player who has also had the distinction of having taken out Federer at a US Open, in the semi final on his way to winning it.  He was all big serves, big groundstrokes, big winners.  In the 3rd set, hacker twin Marin takes over and suddenly Marin couldn’t buy a first serve for love nor trophy.  A service percentage in the 70s suddenly plummeted to the 30s.  Even if your serve isn’t your primary weapon, that’s a losing stat.  If your serve is your primary weapon, it’s disastrous.

Before you could say jeez, aren’t the Argentinians a noisy bunch, it was two sets all.  Marin had gone from being a player who had beaten Andy Murray in a Masters final, and Novak Djokovic three weeks ago, to being wobblier than a mound of jelly.  After running out of invectives against his midget mentality (a most apt description of him which I have shamelessly stolen from another fan), I reasoned that he really, really wasn’t going to lose in front of his home fans to a world number 41 after having been two sets ahead, and effectively lose Croatia the Davis Cup in the opening rubber.  It didn’t matter how much of a head case Marin was, it wasn’t going to happen.

After losing the 4th set by embarrassingly missing a conventional overhead that was easier to hit in than to hit out, Marin disappeared for a bathroom break.  When he returned he broke Delbonis in the opening game.  Welcome back, USO Marin.  It was like a tennis version of Clark Kent disappearing into a phone booth – or bathroom, in this case – and coming out as Superman.  I wonder whether Marin was wearing red underpants beneath his shorts…Another break of serve and it was all over.  6-3, 7-5, 3-6, 1-6, 2-6.  Danger averted.  It had only taken him 3 hrs and 30 minutes.  But that was ok; it wasn’t like he had any other matches to play this weekend.

That was supposed to have been the straightforward match.  Next up was the other one.  You know who against Delpo.  What to do?  Who to support?  I wasn’t going to support a servebot.  Certainly not against a player of Juan Martin’s calibre.  I knew it would be a horrible match to watch.  Tedious to watch ace after ace, double fault after double fault, and painful to see Karlovic lumbering around clumsily mis-hitting shots a junior boy would dispatch with panache.  I wanted Delpo to get this over with and win the match as quickly as possible and put us all out of our miseries.  Including himself, because he didn’t exactly look happy out there.  How could he be?  He wasn’t participating in a tennis match.  It was either an ace or a double fault from the giant Croatian.  Karlovic had started wretchedly by losing his opening service game so it looked like I would get my wish as Delpo easily held his serve to win the set 6-4.

The pattern continued in the 2nd set.  Ace or double fault from Karlovic.  Irritation from Delpo as he couldn’t capitalise because every chance he got from a poor serve would be wiped out by an unreturnable one.  It was tennis with a jagged, ragged edge.  Inevitably, they went to a tie break.  Now Delpo had his chance.  Two set points.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, Karlovic was overcome with an overwhelming urge to play tennis.  WTF?!  Perhaps it was because he was playing in front of his own fans, but he managed to elevate his level to the point where he actually hit a few groundstrokes in a row – otherwise known as a rally – and seemed to shock his opponent into making mistakes.  Delpo probably couldn’t believe how Karlovic, after being so rubbish, had suddenly figured out how to play a bit.  He was so shell-shocked it seemed to put him completely off his game.  After saving a set point on Delpo’s serve with his best play of the match, Karlovic took the next three points to win the tie break and steal the set.  One set all.

This was torture.  As the match wore on, even the crowd started to get restless and the atmosphere was becoming very tetchy, with exuberant fans frequently disrupting the players’ serves and causing them to stop their service motion.  Towards the end things had got so heated some fans had to be ejected.  Well, that’s what happens when you don’t distract them with some actual tennis.  Not that Diego Maradona seemed to care.  He was there as a supporter rather than ex-player and was behaving more like one of his typical football fans on the terraces as opposed to a VIP guest at a tennis match.  He shouted, screamed, gestured and jumped up and down more enthusiastically than the most hardcore Argentinian supporter there – and that was saying something.  Frankly, he was more entertaining to watch than the tennis.

Thankfully Delpo managed to contain his frustrations with the crowd and the disruptive rhythm of the match sufficiently to break and take the third set.  He then held his serve through the 4th before breaking late on to go 6-5 up.  Unsurprisingly, Delpo hadn’t faced a single break point in the match so, to the blessed relief of everybody, he had no trouble serving out and putting us all out of our misery.  4-6, 6-7, 6-3, 7-5.  After he hit the winning shot, a clearly relieved Delpo turned towards his raucous Argentinian supporters, fists clenched by his side, and soaked in their adulation.  It’s heartening the way Delpo always loves to share his winning moment with his fans.

So, as predicted, it’s 1 point each in the tie, but delivered in a very unpredictable way.  Doubles next.  This is what Croatia will be gambling on.  For the successful partnership of Marin and doubles specialist Ivan Dodig to bring in that crucial point to put Croatia 2-1 up going into the reverse singles on Sunday.  Though Marin is not currently listed as playing, he certainly will start, as he and Dodig have a far better chance of getting a point in the doubles than Marin does of beating Delpo in the singles, which would be 50-50 at best.  They are a formidable pairing who defeated the legendary Bryan brothers and the world number 2 pairing of Herbert and Mahut in the quarter and semi finals, so should be favourites to win.

What is not certain is whether Argentina will risk playing Delpo in the doubles as they did against GB in the semi, or whether they even need to.  Against GB, once Delpo had beaten Andy, it was game over so Argentina didn’t need to worry about playing Delpo in the reverse singles.  But here, they will need him, and need him fresh to take on Marin in the second singles, so it will be a gamble to play Delpo, especially with his injury history.  It may make more sense to save him – and those fragile wrists – for the reverse singles.

And what about poor me?  If my two favs play each other twice, that’s a double conflict of interest.  I really must try to have less favourites!  Before anyone suggests the obvious, it’s not a win-win; it’s a lose-lose.

Ah well, may the best man win.  Whoever he may be.  So long as he can play tennis.

Andy Murray Does It Again

They said:

He would never win a Grand Slam after finishing runner-up for the fourth time in a row.

He did:

Win the 2012 US Open.

They said:

He would never win Wimbledon.

He did:

Win Wimbledon in 2013 and 2016.

They said:

He would never win multiple Grand Slams.

He did:

Win 3 Grand Slams and counting.

They said:

He would never become world number 1.

He did:

Become world number 1 in November 2016.

They said:

He hadn’t defeated any top 10 players on his unbeaten run to world number 1.

He did:

Beat the world number 7 (now 6), 5, 4, 3, and 2 in the space of one week to win the World Tour Finals undefeated.

They said:

He wouldn’t beat Novak Djokovic in the World Tour final because he was too fatigued.

He did:

Beat him in straight sets 6-3, 6-4.

They say a lot of things.

He’s Andy Murray.

Proving naysayers wrong since 2012 and counting.

 

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‘Made It, Ma!’ Andy Murray On Top Of The World

Well, knock me down with a feather.  The lad’s only gone and done it.  Andy Murray.  British tennis player.  World number 1.  I think I need to go and lie down.

Anyone who has lived through the last 77 years of men’s tennis, when British fans would hyperventilate with excitement any time a spirited underdog Brit overachieved by getting through to the 3rd round of Wimbledon, will understand how fantastically absurd the above sounds.   A British tennis player good enough not only to win Wimbledon – twice! – but become the world number 1.  Never in our wildest dreams could we have believed it.  How strange it seems now to hark back to those days when we would strain every quivering sinew with Tim Henman as he valiantly battled the serving giants on the hallowed courts of SW19, urged on desperately by fervid flag waving, Union Jack clad fans, yearning and longing for a home grown champion.  How we would sigh in melancholic despair when he faltered bravely at the semi final hurdle yet again, and curse the rain and the unlucky net cord that would inevitably scupper his progress to immortality and ours into delirium.

We would have been satiated if Tim had won just one Wimbledon.  He didn’t need to be good at anything else.  It’s not like anyone in this country was aware that tennis existed outside of the three week summer Queens/Wimbledon bubble anyway.  The thought of a British tennis player being good enough to be a consistently top player and challenge the very best simply didn’t exist.  Henman and Canadian-Brit compatriot Greg Rusedski were decent players who both got as high as world number 4 and won a handful of ATP titles, and Rusedski even got to a Grand Slam final, the US Open in 1997, but they were never consistent top level performers capable of going toe to toe with the very best, and being serial Grand Slam finalists and Masters winners.

In Andy Murray, Britain had, at last, found its tennis savior.  A British player who wasn’t merely a plucky loser but a proven winner.  And now, finally, our boy has become the world number one.  Well done, Andy!!!  We salute you.  You may drive us (or least me!) up the wall with your paralysing passivity and constant self-reproach, and send us scuttling behind sofas by getting embroiled in unnecessarily epic, gut wrenching, hair-tearing encounters, but we love you anyway.  We would rather be maddened by you than reassured by anyone else.

So how has Andy managed to surmount what appeared to be the insurmountable a mere five months ago?  Back in June, when Andy lost yet again to Novak Djokovic, this time in the French Open final at Roland Garros, and had to watch on the sidelines as the Serbian finally achieved his own grand ambition of doing the career slam, Andy looked about as likely to ascend the pinnacle of tennis as an asthmatic trying to climb Mount Everest.  Djokovic had nearly double Andy’s points tally, he held all four slams, and he had Andy in his pocket.  The world was at Djokovic’s feet while Andy seemed predestined to be the eternal bridesmaid.

But you know what they say: once you reach the summit, there is only one place you can go.  Straight back down.  Even then, Novak’s fall from his exalted perch has been alarmingly precipitous.  A toxic combination of niggling injuries, lack of motivation and marital difficulties has seen him go from being invincible to becoming combustible.  Andy, on the other hand, appears to have found a new lease of life.  Apart from a brief post-Olympic blip caused by exhaustion from his exertions in Rio that wrecked his US Open hopes and Britain’s chance of retaining the Davis Cup, he has not stopped winning.  After a successful Asian swing, and taking the title in Vienna, Andy had to get to the Paris Masters final, with Djokovic failing to reach the semi finals, to dethrone him.  Conveniently, Djokovic promptly lost in the quarter-finals to Marin Cilic, a player who had never previously beaten him in 14 matches.  That’s how bad it had become for Djokovic.  The number one spot was now in Andy’s hands.

Usually, in these situations, it is hide-behind-the-sofa-time, but in the event, frayed nerves and over-chewed fingernails were spared as he didn’t have to hit a ball in anger.  Milos Raonic helpfully pulled out on the eve of their semi final on Saturday, and Andy Murray was the new tennis world number one.  Yes, that’s Andy Murray of Great Britain, the world number one tennis player.

If his elevation was underwhelmingly anti-climactic, the final on the following day against a resurgent John Isner more than made up for it.  In their previous meeting, just two weeks ago, Andy had taught the big-serving giant a tennis lesson, thrashing him with the loss of only four games.  Isner would not be humiliated twice, and came out all guns blazing and big serve blasting.  Clearly, nobody puts Isner in a corner (bit difficult to do since he is 6 ft 10, ahem).  However, anybody who questions Andy’s worthiness as world number one should be made to watch the point he played when he was serving at 5-3 in the first set.  A flicked backhand cross court shot played instinctively on the run and off balance for a winner.  A shot he had no right to get to, let alone hit, for a winner.  Andy Murray may have difficulties winning Grand Slams against GOATs (greatest of all time) and his defensive counter-punching method of play may not be to everyone’s taste – including mine! – and too often hinder rather than help him, but his sheer natural talent should never be doubted.  Murray has an instinctive feel for the ball and ‘soft hands’ more reminiscent of the bygone wooden racket generation.  When he is in a creative mood, he is a joy to watch.

And, credit to him, over the last few weeks, he has played in a more aggressive way, and been far more willing to come forward and finish points off, which has paid rich dividend.  Equally as heartening was seeing a new positive attitude from Andy in the final on Sunday.  While Andy had taken the first set with a break of serve 6-3, he had not broken Isner’s resolve.  It became even more hardened.  Any slight chance Andy created was contemptuously swatted aside with yet another bullet serve.  And when Andy served a double fault in the second set tie break, the set was Isner’s.

The pattern continued in the third.  Now, once upon a time, Andy would have got frustrated and started berating himself, his team, the crowd and the universe.  But here, he remained refreshingly calm and jigged around with positivity every time an unplayable serve whizzed past him.  It was as if becoming the world number one had bestowed upon him a new sense of dignity.  There was a serenity in his manner that suggested he knew his chance would eventually come if he remained patient.  It did.  The hardest game in tennis is serving for, or to stay in, the match.  The pressure can render even the most powerful serve ineffective.  So it proved.  Isner faltered at the last, double faulting and hitting far too many second serves, which were ruthlessly punished by the joint best returner of serve in the game with vicious dipping returns to Isner’s feet that he could only dump helplessly long or into the net.  Andy had triumphed 6-3, 6-7, 6-4.  Unlike Vienna, Isner had made this a competitive match, but the new world number one (this may be repeated many times) was simply better and maintained his unbeaten record against him.

In winning his eight title of the season and 14th Masters overall, Andy Murray joined Tim Henman and Greg Rusedski in becoming the Paris Masters champion.  The Brits clearly enjoy sticking it to the French!  Of course, Andy’s detractors will justifiably claim that his displacement of Djokovic has been achieved through default, solely because of Djokovic’s alarming slump in form.  They will point to the fact that Andy has not beaten too many players of note in the last few months to get to the top, has a 1-3 losing head to head against Djokovic in 2016, with two of those defeats coming in Grand Slam finals, and has only won one Grand Slam to Djokovic’s two.

Andy will get the chance to prove the naysayers wrong at the World Tour Finals, which start at the O2 in London next Sunday.  Almost as though the gods were aware of his need to prove his world number one credentials, he has drawn the group of death.  He will face the US Open champion Stan Wawrinka; the man who beat him in the quarter finals at that US Open – Kei Nishikori, and the player who defeated him in the Cincinnati Masters final, Marin Cilic.  Although the task looks daunting, it does provide Murray with the ideal opportunity for revenge, and were he to beat Stan Wawrinka as well, it would go some way to make up for not winning the US Open.  It would also help him stay ahead of Djokovic, since he still needs to match or better Djokovic to remain ahead in the rankings and finish as the year end world number one.  How appropriate if he could do this in his home country in front of his adoring fans.

Andy Murray has already spoilt us rotten by winning his second Wimbledon title in July.  Ending the year as world number one by winning the World Tour Finals in London would be putting the icing on the cake, the cherry on the pie, the flake in the ice cream.  It would be a fitting end to a year during which Andy has demonstrated the power of sheer persistence.  Winston Churchill once said: “Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.”  Murray’s 2016 is a morality tale of surmounting thwarted ambition.  Churchill also said: “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”  Murray was continuously foiled by his nemesis Djokovic in the first half of the year, but just at the point of bitter disappointment, where he might have accepted his fate with weary resignation, Andy chose to take action.  He brought Ivan Lendl back to his team, he became more aggressive on court, and he tackled the grass court season with renewed vigor.  Fortune favours the resolute.  It triggered a run of form, allied with Novak’s slump, that has seen him eclipse his own lofty goals – getting to world number one was supposed to be his aim for next year.

New targets await.  Finally winning the Australian Open after numerous fruitless attempts.  Completing a career slam subsequently with the French Open.  Consolidating his position as world number one.  There will be no resting on laurels.  That is clearly not the Murray way.  His way seems to be: keep going until you get to where you need to be, hell or otherwise.  You never know, you might just stumble upon heaven along the way.

 

Andy Murray Swings Closer To World No 1

Back in June, when Novak Djokovic was master of the universe, conquering all before him, including Andy Murray, there seemed more chance of Scotland winning the World Cup – or at least, qualifying for one – than Andy Murray getting anywhere near the world number one spot, so far ahead was Djokovic from the rest of the field.  Fast forward four months, and a successful Asian swing has left Murray a tantalisingly close 915 points behind Djokovic.  Who’d a thunk it?

After his fruitless exertions in the Davis Cup against Argentina last month, Murray appeared exhausted and injured, and in sore need of a good, long rest.  Yet Andy looked as fresh as a daisy as he won the Shanghai Masters on Sunday against tenacious Spaniard Roberto Bautista Agut  7-6, 6-1, without dropping a set during the whole tournament.  This followed a win in the ATP 500 China Open last week, giving Murray a points haul of 1,500 in the space of two weeks to close the gap on Djokovic, who only played Shanghai and suffered a mini meltdown on his way out of the semi finals to Bautista Agut.

Now, Murray’s detractors will be itching to point out that he didn’t beat anyone of note, but, hey, you can only beat who is in front of you.  However, the one thing Andy deserves immense credit for is his ‘bouncebackability’.  I must confess, after that French Open defeat to Djokovic, following on from losing to him in yet another Australian Open final, I did wonder whether Andy had hit the buffers and would ever win another Grand Slam again.  Then, barely a month later, with the inscrutable Ivan Lendl safely tucked back in his corner, wham, he was the Wimbledon champion.  And then, Olympic champion.  With Novak hurtling alarmingly to base after reaching his personal summit at Roland Garros, Andy seemed to be in the ascendancy.  Under Lendl’s positive influence he looked a different beast: more controlled, more positive, less irritable.  A newer Andy.  The US Open was his for the taking.

Only he couldn’t take it.  Against Nishikori in the quarter finals, the old demons came raging back, derailing him at a crucial time.  To rub salt in the wound, Stan Wawrinka won the US Open, his third Grand Slam out of three, illustrating his big match mentality.  For all of Andy’s consistency over the years and junior membership of the ‘Big Four’, Stan again had the same number of Grand Slams as him.  That brutal US Open loss in five frustrating sets, which Andy really ought to have won, was followed by an even more gruelling defeat against Del Potro in the Davis Cup, with Andy regressing once more to his trademark passive and grumbling self.  It looked like New Andy would be just a fleeting summer phenomenon.

But once again, after a bit of rest and recuperation, he has come bouncing back.  He has an ATP 500 in Vienna next week, followed by the final Masters of the season in Paris, plus the World Tour Finals in London, to do what has gone from being impossible to unlikely to maybe.  Of course, Andy being Andy, nothing is ever straightforward.  The pendulum keeps swinging, but Andy keeps going.  Perhaps soon, to the very top.