Back and forth they went in the Wimbledon final, Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer, the two greatest tennis players of their generation producing one of the greatest matches of any generation on the sport’s grandest stage.
For five sets, through rain, wind and descending darkness, the two men swapped spectacular shots, until, against a slate sky, Nadal earned the right to fling his racket aside and collapse on his back, champion of the All England Club at last.
“Is impossible to explain what I felt in that moment, no?” Nadal said after accepting the golden trophy that has belonged to Federer since 2003.
Nadal came through, and when he arose from his celebratory flop on the ground, he had grass stains on the back of his white shirt. He shook hands with Federer, then climbed into the players’ guest box to hug his uncle/coach Toni and others. With tears in Nadal’s eyes, he grabbed a red-and-yellow Spanish flag and walked across the top of the scoreboard and the roof of the TV announcers” booth to reach the Royal Box for handshakes with Spain’s Prince Felipe and Princess Letizia.
As this scene unfolded, Federer sat alone in his changeover chair, protected from the night’s chill by his custom-made cream cardigan with the gold “RF” on the chest.
So many serves, so many strokes, so much grit—all for naught.
“I am very happy for me,” Nadal said, “but sorry for him, because he deserved this title, too.”
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For five sets, through rain, wind and descending darkness, the two men swapped spectacular shots, until, against a slate sky, Nadal earned the right to fling his racket aside and collapse on his back, champion of the All England Club at last.
“Is impossible to explain what I felt in that moment, no?” Nadal said after accepting the golden trophy that has belonged to Federer since 2003.
Nadal came through, and when he arose from his celebratory flop on the ground, he had grass stains on the back of his white shirt. He shook hands with Federer, then climbed into the players’ guest box to hug his uncle/coach Toni and others. With tears in Nadal’s eyes, he grabbed a red-and-yellow Spanish flag and walked across the top of the scoreboard and the roof of the TV announcers” booth to reach the Royal Box for handshakes with Spain’s Prince Felipe and Princess Letizia.
As this scene unfolded, Federer sat alone in his changeover chair, protected from the night’s chill by his custom-made cream cardigan with the gold “RF” on the chest.
So many serves, so many strokes, so much grit—all for naught.
“I am very happy for me,” Nadal said, “but sorry for him, because he deserved this title, too.”