My favorite player ever. Pure talent. Pure emotion. Never did anything becasue he was obliged to.
I remember I walked by him after he lost at LeggMason one year. Said, 'Hey,Marat'... He looked at me like I hit on his girlfriend and turned around. Lundgren was chain smoking and Marat refused an autograph for a 10yo with an oversized ball.
A 'normal' person would've scourned him for his behaviour. I felt like I just walked by Dirty Harry and loved that experience, pure honesty. After a loss, most pros are accomodating to a certain extent. Marat wore his emotions on his sleeve and when he was 'on'.. he was the absolute best.
"how many times??!?"