WIMBLEDON MEN'S SINGLES FINAL
An e-mail from my nephew, saying that he'd stumbled upon an old blog entry of mine about the state of Stansted Airport railway station, sent me back to re-read it, which in turn reminded me that this blog used to range rather wider into other things than it has done for a while now. So here, without apology, is a brief response to the event that engrossed me on television yesterday. Yes, the Wimbledon Final between Federer and Nadal:
From the third set onwards, surely the greatest tennis match ever played. Words like numinous, marvellous, sensational, great, are hard-pressed to suggest an iota of its wondrous brilliance. I wanted Federer to win, but knew he wouldn't, and after the first two sets I was fit to be tied... but from then on the determination he combined with his artistry and panache, integrity and grace, made for such a magical fight-back, and hence so sublime a combat, that the result, when it came - almost in pitch darkness - was only right. Anyone who witnessed the match in person was privileged indeed.
From the third set onwards, surely the greatest tennis match ever played. Words like numinous, marvellous, sensational, great, are hard-pressed to suggest an iota of its wondrous brilliance. I wanted Federer to win, but knew he wouldn't, and after the first two sets I was fit to be tied... but from then on the determination he combined with his artistry and panache, integrity and grace, made for such a magical fight-back, and hence so sublime a combat, that the result, when it came - almost in pitch darkness - was only right. Anyone who witnessed the match in person was privileged indeed.
posted by Michael Gray | 3:40 pm
1 Comments:
Not connected with Wimbledon, Michael, but how is Digby enjoying the move to France?
We've just returned from a trip to the Woodstock area (where the festival wasn't held). Beautiful countryside - I can see why it appeals to the arty types.
We saw the spot where Bobby had his (alleged) accident, but the highlight of the trip for me was a visit to one of Levon Helm's Midnight Rambles. The recreation of the sound of The Band was uncanny - Larry Campbell playing the opening of Chest Fever on guitar was just awesome. I'd heartily recommend these concerts to anyone, but be warned that they are rather expensive (unless you have a generous, rich friend like I had!).
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McHenry
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