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give it your all

If tennis players live to win Grand Slams, tennis fans live to watch matches like the two men’s semifinals played today on Court Chatrier.  My personal request to the gods to provide sun and calm were only half heard; the first part of the day was sunny and extremely windy, the second part of the afternoon cloudy and somewhat less windy.  But in both matches wind was a factor.

Today is Rafael Nadal’s birthday, and he has celebrated it in Paris five of the last six years.  Usually there is some incredible cake the likes of which you would only find in this city.  Whatever else he did today, though, Rafa spent over three hours on court taking care of business in a match against Andy Murray that put on display some of the best tennis each player is capable of.

No small thing for Murray who, in addition to coming in with the handicap that every other player comes into a match against Rafa on clay, was playing with a massively strapped ankle.  It didn’t seem to inhibit his movement, fortunately.  It was a three set match but a long one.  Both players were deliberate in the extreme, but with the wind, who could blame them?  And anyway, where else did you want to be?  The men’s semifinals at Roland Garros is one of the best tickets of the tournament.

The final score was 6-4, 7-5, 6-4 and as it indicates, Murray really kept up with Rafa.  The Spaniard looked even better than he did two days ago in his quarterfinal match and I think it’s safe to say that the Rafa who will play in his sixth final on Sunday is the real Rafa.   Today, he was, as he always is, especially on clay, the that much better player although there were certainly many points that Andy Murray gave him plenty including a fabulous volley for a winner in response to a passing shot from Rafa that was incredible itself.

Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer began their match at exactly six o’clock which meant they had 3 1/2 hours of light to get off the court, hopefully with a completed match and a winner ready to go the distance on Sunday.  And that is exactly what it took.

This was a riveting match.  Federer came out the more relaxed of the two.  In an interesting twist, this was really the first time Roger came out onto Chatrier with no pressure on him.  He has flown under the radar nearly the whole tournament, few picked him to win this match-up.  It turned out to be a blessing.

Novak, on the other hand, started nervous, tight.  The first set was a seesaw affair.  They traded breaks to begin.  At 4-5, 15-40, Djokovic had two set points on Roger’s serve.  Roger served himself out of trouble and held for 5-5.  Then Novak found himself in a hole at 15-30 in the next game and at that exact point the umpire decided to give him a time violation warning.

The two took the first set to a tiebreak and Federer showed his stuff for an early lead but in the end he won it by the narrowest of margins, 7-5.  First set to Roger.

Novak still wasn’t in this match.  He seemed lacklustre, he didn’t seem to be feeling or showing how much he wanted it.  For the first time in his glorious year of winning, he was in a foul mood.   Roger took advantage and went out to a 4-1 lead.  Novak finally started to find himself and his game, but in the end the second set went to Roger, 6-3.

Roger has a 174-0 record when he wins the first two sets.  Whether Novak knew that fact or not, he knew he was in deep trouble.

Novak might have disappeared at that point and it would have been a shame if that had happened.  Fortunately, it didn’t.  He fought back.  Took a 3-0 lead in the third set and ended up winning it 6-3.

At that point there was less than an hour of daylight left so it was clear either Roger would win or they would leave the court for the night and come back tomorrow to play a fifth set.  Which would it be?  They held serve to 4-4.  Then in a very long ninth game, Djokovic finally broke to take the lead 5-4.  Surely he would hold his own serve and force a fifth set!

Roger would not have it.  He returned the next three points to perfection and then squared things to 5-5.   He served and held for 6-5.  Then Novak took things to the tiebreak.

At 4-3 in the tiebreak, Roger hit ace number 17, then added another service winner to go up 6-3.  Three match points!  Incredibly, Novak survived a lucky net cord for 6-4 and hit an ace for 6-5.  But then Roger, who had been having an exceptional serving day, came up to the line.  He threw up the ball, followed through with his elegant motion and delivered the ball right up the T, for an ace!  And for the match.  Could there have been any more fitting conclusion?  I think not.

This time, in the fading light, unlike Wimbledon in 2008, it was Roger who held court.  And here was the former number one proving to be the spoiler.  Had Novak won, he would have become the number one player in the world and his winning streak would have jumped to 42 and would have remained, at least for another couple days, unbroken. Not to mention he would have advanced to his first final in Paris.   Didn’t happen.  The moment meant a lot to Roger as you could tell from his reaction after the win, holding up one finger, feeling right at home in victory.  The best player in the history of the game trumped the best player of the year.

All was well in the tennis world.

The umpire for the first match was the one and only Kadir Nooni, he of the midnight blue voice.  His voice is so remarkable and low and beautiful, I suspect it is something everyone who meets him comments on.  You can’t help but notice it.  It’s a thing of beauty, like Federer’s movement, like Gasquet’s backhand.  At one point, John McEnroe said “I hope he doesn’t smoke.”, explaining that he hoped that voice wasn’t the result of cigarettes and therefore harder to endorse.  Hey, the French smoke, still.  A lot.  I don’t care how he got the voice, just keep talking.

We’re down to the finals, the bittersweet ending.  The women’s final tomorrow between Schiavone and Li Na.  The men on Sunday between Roger and Rafa.

Thanks for reading Cupcakes and Tennis, the tennis blog with a sweet spot.  Enjoy the finals, I’ll be here the next two days and for a wrap-up, before we head over to England and the run-up to Wimbledon and then the Championships.  This is a great time of year for tennis fans!

smack dab in the middle

Last Sunday, it all kicked off.  The eager crowds mingled through the grounds and play began.  Next Sunday, the only match to be played will be the last, the men’s final.

Today, the middle Sunday, some of the story has been told, but not all.  The round of sixteen started and the second match on Lenglen between Fabio Fognini and Albert Montanes turned out to be a more than four hour five setter complete with twists and turns, and a lot of drama especially in the last set.

When I turned on the television after seven this morning,  I heard Leif Shiras saying someone had 97 unforced errors.  Not having seen who was playing or the score, I figured if there were that many errors it had to be a five set match.  With a cup of coffee, I watched the exciting finish to a match that was 8-8 at that point.

Earlier in the set, Fognini was experiencing leg cramps and they don’t go away.  By the time I tuned in, he could barely walk or even stand up but he played the match out, withstood a slew of foot fault calls, including on his own game point and even his own match point (and he didn’t even blanch, much less walk over and shout Italian obscenities at the linesman…)and saved five, count them, five!, match points before finally closing down the match at 11-9.  It was pretty incredible.

He was both cheered and booed, the latter because of some controversy surrounding the leg cramping and whether he was entitled to any medical treatment.  Leg cramping can only be treated during changeovers or change of ends and during that allotted time.  It doesn’t qualify for a medical treatment time out.  But the trainers said Fognini’s troubles were not leg cramping, so I guess he was entitled to what he took.  And if the crowd didn’t like the way he won, take it up with the umpire who allowed everything that happened.

The match brings up one of the trickiest circumstances a player can face on court, that of the injured opponent.  You’d think it would make it easier, your opponent is hampered in some way, you’re not, just play your game and win.  But it really isn’t as simple a it seems.  Your concern for the other player enters into it, so now you have trouble competing the way you were before.  And you’re trying to calibrate how you need to play against the injured player, go for more, hold back, and it all gets confusing.  Change one thing, change everything, as a friend of mine always says, and so it is.

It was a good day for Italy because after that absorbing match, on walked Francesca Schiavone, the defending champion, and Jelena Jankovic for a war that was both expected and realized.  Not surprisingly, it went the distance with Francesca taking the first set, Jelena the second and they went neck and neck to 4-4 in the third for a very tense finish.

Both of these girls are emotional and it’s fun to watch.  John McEnroe, Mary Carillo and Ted Robinson commentated the match and there was plenty of laughter and teasing as Francesca yelled at her box and Jelena yelled at hers.  A lot was on the line for both players.  Jelena has never won a major and at twenty six the window starts to close, so she really wanted to win this match and advance.

For Francesca, she’s the defending champion and she’d like to take it home again.  Not to mention that the first match of the day on Chatrier saw Vera Zvonareva, the number three seed, lose to the fourteenth seed, Russian nineteen year old Anastasia Pavlyuchenkova.   So she’s really thinking maybe she can go all the way.

Meanwhile, there’s a match to finish as all these emotions swirl and bubble up.  And Francesca broke Jelena in the next game to take a 5-4 lead and then serve for it.  She did just that and won it.  Before she left the court, after signing a few of those big tennis balls, she got down on the court and kissed it.

By that time it was nearly seven o’clock and once again there was concern if the next match between David Ferrer and Gael Monfils would be able to finish.  Ferrer came out the same as he always does, ready to fight to the last.  Monfils came out as he always does, so athletic you think he’s made of plastic you can shape and mold, so much the showman you can’t help but be charmed.  On Kids Day a few days ago, Gael entertained on Chatrier by doing a one handed handstand!  Are you kidding?

So was it to be slow and steady or flash and flamboyance that would take the day?  We’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.  The players got in three sets, with Monfils up 2-1, there was still some daylight so they opened the fourth set.  But no television coverage then, so I listened to RG Radio for the last bit.  Monfils injured himself in some way, Ferrer broke him to go up 2-0 and play was stopped until tomorrow.

Roger Federer has traveled under the radar so far, but he hasn’t dropped a set yet.  He played his fellow Swiss and friend, Stan Wawrinka, and won in straights.

Djokovic did the same against Richard Gasquet.  What was Richard doing, standing ten feet behind the baseline the whole time?  Certain things in tennis are determined by the laws of geometry and physics.  If you stand that far back, you can’t create angles and your opponent can.  And standing back that far it takes longer for your ball to travel back to your opponent which gives him more time to set up for the next shot and you less chance of winning the point.

If you know you can’t win from back there, why be there?  You might as well make it a walkover and go have lunch.    Hug the baseline, get into net when you can and if you still lose, well, okay, at least you had a chance to win.

Still, no one expected Richard Gasquet to win the match today and it would have been a complete miracle if he had.  It’s great that he got to the round of sixteen and now I hope he does as well or better at Wimbledon.

The French were consoled by the win of another countryman, or woman in this case.  Marion Bartoli advances to the quarterfinals, and she’ll have plenty of energy since she only played one set and two games before Gisela Dulko retired with an injury.

The final match to talk about today took place on Court One instead of Lenglen, because of the long matches there.  Kuznetsova against Hantuchova, it went three and Sveta won it.  So she’s a former champion and Francesca is the current champion, and Maria wants to win it to complete her Grand Slam wins.

And maybe none of them does it.  Maybe Azarenka wins or Kvitova or Petkovic.  It’s still wide open, perhaps even more so with the top three seeds and Stosur all gone.

Lots more tomorrow, what better way to spend Memorial Day weekend?  See you then and thanks for hanging out with me at Cupcakes and Tennis, the tennis blog with a sweet spot.

vitas gerulaitis, mr. charisma

Tennis Channel has a program called the Signature Series and in the latest installment Vitas Gerulaitis is profiled.  Some younger fans won’t know him because he was part of the stellar group of stars in the eighties that included John McEnroe and Jimmy Connors, but if you were in an adult body at that point and followed tennis, you would have known Vitas.  How can you not be known with a name like that?  Just a guy, like John McEnroe, from humble immigrant beginnings, Lithuanian to John’s Irish, both from Queens, Vitas a tad older.

As Mary Carillo says in the segment, the charisma of this guy was just “silly”.  He exuded his specialness just getting out of his car.  Well, the car was a yellow Rolls Royce with VITAS license plates, but truly he could have exited a beat up Ford Fiesta and gotten your attention.  The kind of man who isn’t really handsome but is so striking and so exuberant, you are drawn in, captivated.  Long flowing blonde hair, lean tennis body, lotta energy.  A chic magnet before the term had been coined.

I enjoyed seeing him again and having a chance to hear some of the greats, and his great friends, talk about him and what his life had been.  Vitas died not of the drug overdose many feared or expected, but of a carbon monoxide leak from a faulty a/c system in a guesthouse in the Hamptons where he was staying after having flown from the West coast just to make good on a charity event obligation.  It was bizarre, freaky, avoidable, of course.  What if the friends he was supposed to go out with that evening hadn’t respected the closed door and left him in peace?

If you’ve ever lost someone like that in your life, the larger than life kind of person who would always be your friend and who you always would want to know and be around, then you know you always feel the loss, always miss and wish it had turned out different.  At one point, Ilie Nastase talks about how when they gather now as that group does from time to time at some tennis event or another, there is someone missing.  Even if they don’t say it, they all feel it.  A table with Vitas at it is a different table than one without him.

I just wanted to post a few words here.  If you get Tennis Channel, spend an hour with Vitas Gerulaitis, a unique person who made his mark on life and the game of tennis.

http://www.tennischannel.com/programs/EpisodeDetail.aspx?id=3374