OddJack
G.O.A.T.
If Nadal makes it there.
A well written piece by Branimir Iliev:
It’s heresy, I know. Yet keep in mind that the blasphemies of one heretic can become the religion of many. This has happened before in human history.
The zeitgeist of our tennis world is finally moving forward. Nothing is sacred anymore, no one is safe. There are no certainties in sports. Or change is the only constant, as the wisdom goes. How dare I proclaim, let alone with any certainty then, that Djokovic will prevail over Nadal on his favored surface?
Simply, because people, certain people, are too certain that Nadal will win. This presumption annoys me and I aim to undermine it with a brand of analytical logic alien to some of these defenders of the faith.
I will seek to persuade you, dear reader, before your right eyebrow curls too skeptical an arch, that this year is a special year when certain constants are turned on their heads and change takes its rightful place as the only finality.
Here I intend to show with a slew of slides a provocative yet true case for Djokovic winning the French Open and winning it in what will be a convincing manner. The new Novak will not only beat Nadal, if the Spaniard even makes the final, he will beat him in straight sets.
There will not be a pair of Spanish mandibles mutilating the Roland Garros trophy this year. Just a pair of sinewy Serbian arms raising the trophy high to a collective breath of relief in France.
A well written piece by Branimir Iliev:
It’s heresy, I know. Yet keep in mind that the blasphemies of one heretic can become the religion of many. This has happened before in human history.
The zeitgeist of our tennis world is finally moving forward. Nothing is sacred anymore, no one is safe. There are no certainties in sports. Or change is the only constant, as the wisdom goes. How dare I proclaim, let alone with any certainty then, that Djokovic will prevail over Nadal on his favored surface?
Simply, because people, certain people, are too certain that Nadal will win. This presumption annoys me and I aim to undermine it with a brand of analytical logic alien to some of these defenders of the faith.
I will seek to persuade you, dear reader, before your right eyebrow curls too skeptical an arch, that this year is a special year when certain constants are turned on their heads and change takes its rightful place as the only finality.
Here I intend to show with a slew of slides a provocative yet true case for Djokovic winning the French Open and winning it in what will be a convincing manner. The new Novak will not only beat Nadal, if the Spaniard even makes the final, he will beat him in straight sets.
There will not be a pair of Spanish mandibles mutilating the Roland Garros trophy this year. Just a pair of sinewy Serbian arms raising the trophy high to a collective breath of relief in France.
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