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.


Phantom and N2 go to Saidapet??

And so on a Word editor beneath the title in caps, Alpha began to type away. He simply let it flow. Electrical impulses, or close approximations anyway, flowed out from the tips of his fingertips magically conjuring letters and words on the monitor, producing writing so enormously skewed and distorted in its logical bases that it took the madness out of the man and planted it squatly on a virtual A4 sheet, a virus quarantined,..