Come like He had never come.

As I write this, I loathe I miss a rally. A sharp one. This is a time line post. I keep watching the way two craftsmen pour in everything they have in them, sweat, blood and more importantly Soul, to carve a beautiful & one of those unforgettable crafts which, only we people are lucky enough to witness, belonging to this era. Federer & Nadal. I don't know why I crave so much for class over sweat. Sachin Tendulkar. VVS Laxman. Roger Federer. Kepp aside. Get into the shoes now.

Clay court. Empire of Spain bull. Rafael Nadal. Being played under the bleak shadows of palm trees conveniently grown under the great Eiffel Tower. I switched on the TV and already by then, Champ lost a set on the whole and on the verge of losing another & evenutallly, in 10, lost it. Felt a tinge of high doubtedness in the deepest of my brains, about the sobs that could drop down his cheeks. Undigestable.

There on the white grand bench, sat the champion, sucking in more ORS to fill in more sweat to vomit in the coming set. And it worked. It was 4-2 of Nadal- Federer and the way he broke Bull's serve and came back is once in an era's moment & hence being a champion, swept it off clean & still the same bland face amidst cheers of Swiss enthusiasts.

And again, almost a two minute rally ended up inclining towards the Swiss & right now, its 3-1 keeping the Bull in lead. To fill in, let me address some style. Bull is aggressive, expressive and open. But the Swiss, calm and centered. The only expression that would come out is only when the finale sees a result. That backhand of Federer is like a Greek God romancing Salma Hayek on a full moon night. To draw a parallel comparison, like VVS Laxman's glance on the on side of an off side ball. Elegant. Graceful. Godly. Period.

The Swiss does not breate exasperatedly nor horns dramatically on the court. He makes the sport look simple, just like a child's play. It isn't possible with everybody who holds a racket. And right now, defeat is approaching him/ But the same old sense of stubborn confidence in his gestures. May be, that too is a champion's virtue. Here I say, the world, for few moments, should come to a stop by, watch his game on its way, smile and move forward.

And yes, he's gone now. Officially. But he is going to come again. He's going to come like he had never come. Till then, off from the sport.