The master
I damaged some knee ligaments almost a month ago so I'll be unable to rush up the park this afternoon and recreate one of Roger Federer's backhand slices. At 28, the master continues to be too good for the gathering clan of young players breaking through to challenge his supremacy, and he hardly broke sweat this morning beating Andy Murray 6-3 6-4 7-6
in the Australian Open final in Melbourne.
Murray only came alive in the 3rd set and had enough chances in a long tie-break to extend the match but Roger serenely picked his moments and his shots and comfortably won his 16th Grand Slam title. Murray's demean broke after the game, my other half ridiculed him as tears welled in his eyes and I reminded her that she cried along with Federer last year. So prejudiced she may as well sat there this morning with a Swiss flag wrapped around her but it does prove that Murray still divides a nation. I meanwhile have grown to like and respect the Scot and I am convinced he has the mettle to one day lift an Open Championship.