Sometimes you think of a thing to rude to be done to you by someone
and then unknowingly you go on and do it to the very same person
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
I WILL MISS TIM
I was never a part of the "Henmania", yet there was something about Tim Henmen that will make me miss him. His stats weren't outrageous, grabbing attention, yet they were not meaningless. They told a story about a gentleman and his hard work to achieve his dream while carrying the pressure from a whole nation on his back.
Henman was a player out of fashion. His game was not forged in the heat of a modern foundry, but stitched together by some gentleman tailor, all nice, quaint lines, no whiff of power, no scent of arrogance, just simplicity. You’d think he’d just borrowed a racquet from Fred Perry’s statue near the front gates at Wimbledon and arrived ready to play. One might say that some days he appeared a poet at a convention of rap artists.
Maybe Henmen was one of the last from the dying species of serve and volley, maybe he seemed to have jumped a few years ahead.But that guy made his mark and he will be remembered not just by me, not just by England but a large mass of tennis lovers. It is enough.
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