John Isner and Nicolas Mahut.
Two guys playing a tennis match.
Stretching it for three days.
For two bloody points.
I normally am not moved by anything the rest of the world gets moved by (like gravity), but today, I am moved. I am moved because of the same reason everyone else is moved too. These two guys, playing a game of tennis, showed the world a lot of things. Back in the day, I was a tennis guy myself, and I say this with experience, that you cannot, and I mean CANNOT, play more than three hours. Anything after that is not you playing, but a heady mix of your chi combined with adrenaline combined with Redbull and vodka, and these two fine gentlemen seem to have got an extra dose of that in their DNA.
Whatever it was, whatever be the result, no one cares anymore. But everyone knows these two names now. Because sometimes, a match is what it is supposed to be. And very rarely, a match becomes more than what it can ever be.
So here's to you, Mr. Isner and Monsieur Mahut, for playing this game. For giving us this wonderful moment, when no one in the whole world gave a shit about those two bloody points.
Here's to you.
Two guys playing a tennis match.
Stretching it for three days.
For two bloody points.
I normally am not moved by anything the rest of the world gets moved by (like gravity), but today, I am moved. I am moved because of the same reason everyone else is moved too. These two guys, playing a game of tennis, showed the world a lot of things. Back in the day, I was a tennis guy myself, and I say this with experience, that you cannot, and I mean CANNOT, play more than three hours. Anything after that is not you playing, but a heady mix of your chi combined with adrenaline combined with Redbull and vodka, and these two fine gentlemen seem to have got an extra dose of that in their DNA.
Whatever it was, whatever be the result, no one cares anymore. But everyone knows these two names now. Because sometimes, a match is what it is supposed to be. And very rarely, a match becomes more than what it can ever be.
So here's to you, Mr. Isner and Monsieur Mahut, for playing this game. For giving us this wonderful moment, when no one in the whole world gave a shit about those two bloody points.
Here's to you.
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Some comments on this match
"If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,"
- Line from Rudyard Kipling's poem
"It was an honour for me to share the court with him. I wish him the best of everything. The next time we meet, I hope he gets to 70 first."
- Isner
"It would be the match by which the 2010 Championship would be remembered for, no matter what happens next Sunday."
- Commentators
Anon.
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