Wimbledon Championships: Federer vs Murray [GUEST POST]


We don’t often accept guest posts, but when John Truby of Truby’s Writers Studio reaches out, we were eager to once again partner with him.  Below he shares his thoughts on the recent Wimbledon Championships.

From John Truby:

The Wimbledon championships this last Sunday was the best drama I’ve seen in a long time. Roger Federer, the fading old man of tennis at almost 31, probably the greatest player in the history of the game, is trying to win his seventh Wimbledon and 17th grand slam against Andy Murray, the only Brit to get to the finals in 70 years. Federer, as a true artist of the game, uses every shot in the arsenal. But especially he uses serve and volley, the almost extinct style of play now because the players’ groundstrokes are so fast and so good. And here is Federer, who only gets to play this style once a year, nailing everything at net and working his racket like a master swordsman. He may be the old man of tennis but he glides through the long points without breaking a sweat.

Andy Murray is playing really well. He’s very good. He’s just not the greatest artist who ever played this game. When Murray wins the first set, the Brits are thrilled that their champion is going to slay Federer and become the first of their clan to win their tournament in the sport they supposedly invented. Even Kate and the Pipster are cheering him on. But it was the moment before Dunkirk. The rains came down, the roof closed, and the purity of Federer came out. The Brits saw their dream slowly fading away. But a funny thing happened. These deeply disappointed Brits became aware that Roger Federer was giving them the greatest exhibition of tennis artistry they would ever see.

John Truby

Federer wins and they hand out the runner up trophy first. Murray has to speak but he’s too broken up. His beautiful beatific girlfriend is in tears. He says this is going to be really hard for him and he chokes up. And all of his fellow countrymen in that stadium let out a collective moan, like they’re reaching out their arms to him to wrap him in a hug and let him know how much they love him. They’re pulling for him, helping him get through the most painful speech of his life. And he does.

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