I have sought for a long time now
to hunt down the vandal who has
cruelly rewritten
all my favorite books.


Roger, Rafa and the Rest

This phase during which Federer fooled himself, with help from a fawning critic community lasted, in my mind, till the Australian Open this year. The tears that were shed on the Australian Open podium were shed not for that one defeat, they were shed for Wimbledon, they were shed for a suddenly visibly decline, they were the tears of a man whose illusion of his own invincibility had been shattered. A bubble had burst. One by one, all that he held dear to him had been snatched away.