Stiu, iar scriu despre tenis. Dar chiar nu ma pot abtine, inca sunt sub influenta evenimentului de ieri aka retragerea din activitate a lui Marat…
Una dintre cele mai frumoase amintiri ale mele cu Marat este semifinala turneului de Grand Slam, Australian Open 2005. Acea semifinala epica jucata contra lui Roger Federer, omul care nu mai are nevoie de nici o prezentare. Putini ii dadeau atunci lui Marat vreo sansa, elevetianul jucase incredibil pana in semifinale, era clar marele favorit. Dar ceva s-a intamplat acolo pe teren, s-au aliniat stelele si rusul meu a facut ce a facut si ne-a oferit alaturi de Roger unul dintre cele mai frumoase si spectaculoase meciuri ale tenisului erei moderne…dupa aproape 5 ore de lupta crancena Safin a castigat 5-7 6-4 5-7 7-6(6) 9-7.
Cautand prin arhivele cu tenis ale laptopului meu (da, am fost o mica fanatica, intre timp m-am mai vindecat) am descoperit un articol foarte tare despre acel meci din care voi pune aici o mica parte care mi-a placut foarte mult:
“ALWAYS his matches were an adventure, always he involved you in them in some exquisitely personal way and always he brought promise to the court but never quite fulfilled it. He dropped his shorts at the French Open and you’d find a smile. He sat a bevy of blondes in his box and you’d raise an envious eyebrow. He held tormented conversations with himself on court and you’d be left despairing. He’d construct a backhand of such geometric precision and you’d be enveloped in awe.
But in the end mostly you would shrug, as he did, and hang your head, like he had, somehow bewildered that at the end of these brilliant, expressive, emotional journeys a happy ending eluded him. And us.
But this time was different. This time Marat Safin didn’t jilt us. This time he broke racquets, yes, but not his promise, this time he moved us because this man who had lost his way had now found himself. Finally at the Australian Open he was fulfilled, and so were we.”