Posts Tagged ‘ Roger Federer ’

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

RealClearSports: Roger Federer: In Decline and In Denial

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

WIMBLEDON, England — In team sports someone else makes the decision. You’re traded or waived or, in that left-to-twist-in-the-wind category unique to baseball, designated for assignment.

In tennis, however, it’s all about ego. And doubt.

Read the full story here.

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Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

CBSSports.com: Champ slipping on court, starting to miss at class too

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com

WIMBLEDON, England — The champ left like a chump. The man who always made the shots this time became the man who could only make excuses. Roger Federer knew how to win. Someone ought to teach him how to lose.

It was a poor showing by Federer on Wednesday, but less so on the court in the Wimbledon quarterfinals. He simply was beaten by Tomas Berdych 6-4, 3-6, 6-1, 6-4, but he also lost points in the interview room during the post-match press conference.

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Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

SF Examiner: Tennis analyst Gilbert feels for struggling local teams

By Art Spander
Special to The Examiner

WIMBLEDON, ENGLAND — He’s here, watching Roger Federer succeed and thinking about the Raiders’ inability to succeed.

He’s here, raving about Serena Williams picking up her game and moaning about the Warriors picking up Ekpe Udoh in the NBA draft.

Read the full story here.

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Friday, March 19th, 2010

RealClearSports: Tennis’s Version of March Madness

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

INDIAN WELLS, Calif. — The first game of the tournament, and the favorite, Notre Dame is upset, delighting maybe everyone who didn’t have the Irish winning in their pool.

Which is why basketball, any team sport, is so different from the tournament now going on here, the BNP Paribas tennis open. 

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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

RealClearSports.com: Patriots Restored Stability to a Shaky Sporting World

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

That Patriots win over the Bills on Monday night was reassuring, no matter what your rooting interests. We needed a favorite to do something, just to prove there’s a reason to call them a favorite.

It had been a bad few weeks for the big guys, Tiger Woods going head-to-head the final round of a major, the PGA, with Y.E. Yang, the great nobody who became somebody, and finishing second.

Not too long after, Roger Federer, supposedly unbeatable, lost the U.S. Open final to Juan Martin del Potro, who fell flat on his back after the final point. There was some symbolism, tennis having been flipped upside down.

Upsets are supposed to be the lifeblood of sports, and society. They give us hope that anything can happen, keep us from getting bored, complacent or giving up. As kids we’re preached the legend ofThe Little Engine That Could.

Hey, if a guy who by all rights should be playing basketball, the 6-foot-6, del Potro of Argentina, can drop the first set to the best tennis player in history and come back to beat him, anything’s possible. Right?

Wrong. But it has the ring of authenticity.

Del Potro called his win a dream. We’ll accept the proposal, but the reality is that even before his upcoming 21st birthday, he was already rated one of tennis’ very best.

One of these days, the experts predicted, he was going to win a Grand Slam tournament. The day came Sunday. He wasn’t dreaming.

It wasn’t as if Walter Mitty, the fictional character of secret life who resided in reverie, stepped out of a cloud onto the court and stunned Mr. Federer. Del Potro had battled Roger to a fifth set in the French Open. The kid can play.

Still, as in the case of Yang v. Woods, the del Potro result was unexpected. Not impossible. Unexpected.

That’s why they play the game, we’ve been told, because we don’t know who’s going to win, even though most of the time we do know.

As the late author Paul Gallico wrote, “The battle isn’t always to the strong or the race to the swift, but that’s the way to bet.”

A stunner is permitted now and then to keep us off-balance, but mainly sports demand a large dose of stability. We can’t continually have Central Michigan upsetting Michigan State, although that was a spectacular onside kick. Or have Y.E. Yang overtaking Tiger Woods. It’s too confusing.

How are judgments to be made? No less significantly, how are commercials to be made? Gillette is selling celebrity even more than it is close shaves, which is why Tiger, Federer and Derek Jeter are the chosen ones connected with the Fusion razor ads.

Sponsors want winners. Sponsors want recognition. They don’t people who drop fly balls or lose five-set matches.

The New York Yankees and Pittsburgh Steelers provide a yardstick for excellence and fame, as compared at the moment to the New York Jets and Pittsburgh Pirates, although the Jets have this quarterback from Hollywood, or nearby, Mark Sanchez, who’s already getting Namath-type attention.

Love the Yankees, hate the Yankees. There’s not much difference as far as advertisers or television networks are concerned. The only trouble is if we ignore the Yankees, which virtually is impossible.

Because the Yankees won’t allow themselves to be ignored.

Neither will the Dallas Cowboys. Or the Patriots. Or USC or Notre Dame. Or Tiger Woods or Roger Federer.

Sure we get excited about a Melanie Oudin or Kendry Morales, new faces, but it’s familiar faces and familiar teams that hold our interest.

It isn’t going to happen, not on our watch, but if, say, the Yankees and Red Sox, Tiger and Phil Mickelson, Serena Williams and Roger Federer all slipped into mediocrity the whole sporting scene would be a mess. We’d be clueless.

You sensed our bewilderment just when first Tiger, who never had lost a lead in a major, tumbled. And then a month later, Federer allows his streak of five straight Opens to be snatched away.

Oudin, the kid from Georgia, had “Believe” on her shoes. But after Woods and Federer both fell on their faces, as opposed to del Potro who was on his back in celebration, we were wondering what to believe.

The Patriots provided the answer. They showed the way. They were favored, and they won, Not by much, a field goal, but they won. As they were supposed to win. Heartwarming.

As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award — given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football — he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.

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Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

CBSSports.com: Start smiling, Argentina, your son has done the improbable

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com    

NEW YORK — It was the night disbelief took over center court, the night fantasy overcame logic, the night Roger Federer lost control, the night a dynasty tumbled.

There’s a new champion in the U.S. Open, Juan Martin Del Potro, who’s still a few days from his 21st birthday but already has come of age in tennis.

Del Potro, the 6-foot-6 guy those homeboys from a meatpacking town in Argentina have nicknamed the Tower of Tandil, indeed towers over all the improbability of sport.

In an upset that must rank among the great ones ever, the Jets beating the Colts in Super Bowl III, Buster Douglas knocking out Mike Tyson, Del Potro defeated Federer, 3-6, 7-6 (5), 4-6, 7-6 (4), 6-2, to take America’s tennis title.

When Federer, the reputed finest player in history, winner of the last five U.S. Opens in succession, hit the final shot wide on Monday night, Del Potro flopped on his back as much in bewilderment as elation. He had done what nobody believed could be done.

“My dream done, it’s over,” Del Potro said. “When I lay on the floor, many things come to my mind. First, my family and my friends and everything. I don’t know how I can explain, because it’s my dream.”

No explanation is needed. We learned what we needed from the longest men’s final in 21 years — 4 hours, 6 minutes — a brilliant display of forehands and courage, embellished by the chants, “Oh-lay, oh-lay, oh-lay, ohhhhh-lay,” and the cheers of 24,821 who packed Arthur Ashe Court.

Federer, winner of a record 15 Grand Slams, was supposed to make it 16, was supposed to tie Bill Tilden’s 85-year-old mark of six straight U.S. titles. It was a cinch, the 28-year-old Federer against a kid who until Monday had never been in the final of a Slam.

But something went wrong. Or went right. Del Potro, a bundle of nerves, barely could get a ball over the net in the first set. This was going to be painful. And it turned out to be. For Federer.

“I thought I had him under control the first two sets,” Federer said. Already this year the one they call the Swiss Master had won the French Open — finally breaking through — and Wimbledon. He was going to be the first in 40 years, since Rod Laver, to win three Slam tournaments in succession. Except he didn’t.

“I should never have lost so many chances,” he said. “It was just a pity. I think if I win the second set, I’m in a great position to come through. Unfortunately I don’t win that, and that was it.”

Del Potro won that, on a tiebreak. Federer sounded like most of the men who have faced him through the last five or six years, implying what might have been, talking about the should haves and could haves. That’s not the language of a champion.

“It’s one of those finals maybe I look back and have some regrets about,” said Federer, “but you can’t have them all, can’t always play your best. He hung in there. In the end he was just too tough.”

Federer’s failing was what normally is his strength, the serve. He was successful on only 50 percent of his first serves, compared to 65 percent for Del Potro. And while Federer had 13 aces, he also had 11 double faults.

And so for the first time, someone other than Rafael Nadal, whom Del Potro knocked out in Sunday’s semifinals, beat Federer in a Grand Slam final. And now, another Argentinean has won a Slam. Guillermo Vilas won four major titles in the 1970s, including the 1977 U.S. Open.

Don’t cry for them, Argentina. Stand up and cheer. The soccer team may not make the World Cup, but Del Potro is atop the world of tennis.

“I thought Juan Martin played great,” said a gracious Federer. “He hung in there and gave himself chances and in the end was a better man.”

In the beginning, however, you wondered if he would win a set. Not until the middle of the second set did Del Potro even have a break point, and when he got the break, Federer, as usual, broke right back.

But Del Potro fought Federer and also fought himself, winning both battles.

“When I won the second set,” Del Potro said, “I think if I continue playing the same way, maybe I have chance to win. But after I lost the third set, after going a break up, I start to think bad things, you know. It was so difficult to keep trying. But the crowd helped me a lot to fight until the last point. I have to say thank you to everyone for that.”

Federer didn’t want to thank the people who developed the electronic line decider known as Hawk-Eye. He’s never liked it. And when a Del Potro shot Federer thought was out was shown on the big screen to be in, Del Potro prevented Federer was taking a two-sets-to-none lead.

Later, in another incident, when Del Potro was going to ask for another ruling — each player has three challenges — he delayed and then didn’t request electronic verification. Federer came over to the umpire and grumbled, “The guy has two seconds [for a decision] and he takes 10.”

When chair umpire Jake Garner told Federer to be quiet, Federer, out of character, yelled back, “Don’t tell me to be quiet. I’m going to talk. I don’t give a spit what you say.” Federer didn’t say spit.

Federer had won 40 straight matches in the Open since he was beaten in 2003 by David Nalbandian. He’s from, yes, Argentina. They’re doing something right down there.

For the last year-and-a-half, Del Potro, who entered the Open ranked No. 6 in the world, has been doing a lot right. The question was when he could win a big one. We have the answer.

“At the beginning of the match, I was so nervous,” said Del Potro, who added that he couldn’t sleep the previous night and couldn’t eat breakfast Monday morning.

He can dine now. He took the winner’s trophy and $1.85 million in prize money and bonus money. He also took the glory, at least temporarily, from Roger Federer. If it wasn’t unbelievable, it certainly was remarkable.

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Saturday, September 12th, 2009

CBSSports.com: Federer’s already the best, and he keeps getting better

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com

NEW YORK — Roger Federer’s usual edge is his own game. Now he has another, time. The weather has been a curse for this final weekend of the U.S. Open, but as always, Federer ends up not cursed at all.

He and semifinal opponent Novak Djokovic were quarterfinal winners on Wednesday, long before the rains came, and now with the suspensions and rescheduling, they won’t play again until Sunday. Three days of rest for Novak. More significantly, three days of rest for Roger.

Who doesn’t need it. Who doesn’t need anything. He has it all.

“I don’t think,” Djokovic allowed, “you can ever get your game to perfection. Only if you’re Federer.”

Only if you’re Federer, so graceful, so uncanny, so remarkable, winner of a record 15 Grand Slams, trying for a sixth straight U.S. Open. And now as confident and, because of the extra days off, as prepared as possible.

A strange thing happened to Federer in May 2004. He was beaten in the third round of the French Open. He hasn’t been thwarted in a Grand Slam tournament before the semis since then.

Twenty-two in succession playing in a semi. That’s Joe DiMaggio stuff, 56-game hitting streak stuff. That’s consistency.

Federer is the best ever. Or so everyone says. At age 28, the only thing missing is the actual Grand Slam, wins in all four majors in a calendar year. And yet, with all the obstacles, the possibility of injury, the class of opponents, the streak is perhaps more impressive.

Five years, and Federer is a guaranteed semifinalist. And this time for his semi, three days rest.

“It’s a wonderful record,” affirmed Federer of all those semis in a row. “Not important, but nice to have. It’s something I never aimed for, that’s clear, but it’s probably one of the greatest records I’ve created in my own personal career.”

A year ago, showing up for the 2008 Open, which also had a Monday finish, which also had a Federer victory, there were questions about Federer.

He had been beaten at Wimbledon by Rafael Nadal, had been crushed by Nadal at the French. The skeptics were saying Federer’s time had past.

Federer’s outward calm belies a determination. His smooth play and the cliche definition of Swiss as unemotional and businesslike is misleading. The doubters had him on the defensive. Wait, he said in so many words, before you say I’m done.

Roger has a temper, and only as he matured did he learn to control the temper, learn to use the anger and fire to focus his play instead of merely bouncing a racquet.

Every once in a while, during a post-match interview, Federer, the new father of twins, permits access to the pride and intensity that are mostly hidden.

He enjoys praise, likes being called the greatest. There is no false humility. He knows how good he is. So does everyone else.

“What he’s done in separating himself from the game,” said the now retired Andre Agassi of Federer, “should be recognized.”

Agassi is one of the few to win all four Slams at least once. When Federer finally took the French Open this year, he joined Agassi and others such as Rod Laver and Don Budge.

In this rain-tossed Open, Federer is attempting to join the late Bill Tilden, who did it in the early 1920s, with six straight wins in America’s championship, an event that didn’t become an Open until 1968.

The comparison with Tilden, who died 28 years before Federer was born in 1981, Roger calls “fantastic.” But then, as all champion athletes, he turned the conversation to the here and now and away from the future.

“I think,” said Federer of the various records, “this stuff you can talk about when my career is over. This is when you analyze.”

Federer’s beauty is that, as other winners in all sports, he gets himself out of problems when, indeed, he somehow is in trouble. He’s Kobe when the Lakers need a basket, Mariano Rivera when the Yankees need a third out. Just when you think Federer’s going down, when an opponent has a golden chance for a service break, Federer snaps back up.

In the quarters on Wednesday night against Robin Soderling, Federer easily won the first two sets but lost the third in a tiebreak and seemed ready to lose the fourth the same way. Sorry. A couple of aces, a beautiful cross-court forehand, and there was Federer into the semis, 6-0, 6-3, 6-7, 7-6.

“I don’t know what happened,” said Federer, who in truth always knows what happens. “But it’s one of those days where everything goes right for you.”

Since then, he’s had three more days to contemplate and rest. The better you are, the luckier you get.

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Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

CBSSports.com: American men nowhere to be found deep in 2009 U.S. Open

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com

NEW YORK — Maybe John McEnroe can save the U.S. Open. Sure, he’s 50 years old. But he still has a forehand. And a name. And he’s American, a triple that at this point in the last Grand Slam tennis event of the year makes him the one and only man in all three categories.

John’s a broadcaster now, as you’re aware. He no longer shouts at chair umpires. He comments into a microphone, telling the way it is and, especially when somebody misplays a shot, the way it should be.

In a way, this is his tournament. He grew up in Queens, not far from the tennis center, and after spending a year irritating people at Stanford, returned. He won the Open three times. He was emotional, occasionally irrational and supremely talented.

If he’s not the most famous male on the grounds — let’s give the honor to Roger Federer — Mac the Mouth sure is well known and respected. And cooperative. He’ll do anything to help his sport.

Novak Djokovic, the No. 4 men’s seed, waved Mac out of the booth Monday evening after Djokovic blitzed Radek Stepanek in straight sets. The night was young. Midnight still was 13 minutes away. Let’s get it on.

First, McEnroe had to get it off, meaning his coat and tie. Then he slipped into his tennis shoes and rallied briefly. The fans loved it, of course.

They haven’t loved a great deal else the way the men’s draw has gone, from a parochial view. Six Americans made it to the third round, and one of them, James Blake, overly optimistic, contended, “All these guys are hungry. We’re all getting better, feeding off each other.”

But of those six, only one, John Isner, went to the fourth round. And when he was eliminated, for the first time in the 129 years of the event, whether the U.S. National Championships or starting in 1968 the U.S. Open, no American male reached the quarterfinals.

McEnroe’s younger brother Patrick, who also played for Stanford, who also announces and who happens to be the U.S. Davis Cup captain, conceded, “The reality is the reality. The world has caught up at the same time I believe we can do a better job.”

Great Britain didn’t do a very good job, either. Andy Murray, the Scot, is No. 2 in the world and was a finalist here last year. But Tuesday he was ripped by a 20-year-old Croatian, Marin Cilic, 7-5, 6-2, 6-2.

Cilic’s next opponent is five days older and 10 seeds higher, No. 6 Juan Martin Del Potro, who Tuesday was a 6-3, 6-3, 6-3 winner over Juan Carlos Ferrero. Del Potro is American — South American, having grown up in the cattle town of Tandil, Argentina.

He’s the sort of kid — Del Potro will be 21 on Sept. 23 — the United States only wished it had. He beat Andy Roddick in a final in August at Washington, D.C., and seven days later lost to Murray in the final at Montreal.

“I have the confidence,” Del Potro said. “I beat many good players in Washington and Montreal, and now I beat good players on this surface.” Meaning cement, very unlike the clay courts upon which he learned the game in Argentina.

“I have everything to do a good tournament,” said Del Potro, not as adept in English as other players on Tour. “But I would like to be in the semis or my first final.

“It’s a big difference past the quarters to the semis. I was so close in French Open to get to the final.”

Close? Never mind close. If John McEnroe were 30 years younger, the U.S. would be close to having a man who could play tennis like people from the rest of the world.

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Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

RealClearSports: They’re Having a Ball in New York

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com

NEW YORK — Last week it was Tiger. This week it’s Serena, Venus and Roger. It’s always Alex. This is the place where the ball’s always bouncing, along fairways, on hard courts, down the third base line.

This is place where the fans don’t miss a thing, especially if Andy Roddick misses a forehand or Jerry Hairston misses a grounder.

This the place where the headlines call teams the Bombers or the Amazin’s, the Jints or Gang Green. This is the place where you can buy a fake Rolex on the street or buy the real Brooklyn Bridge in a tourist trap.

Everything goes in New York. Anything goes in New York.

The front page in the Daily News was more of a declaration: “When Khadafy comes to New York this month, we should throw him straight into prison.” The back page head, over a picture of Hairston fumbling the grounder that ended Andy Pettitte’s perfect game, was “BAD HAIR DAY.”

Baseball matters here. Fifteen years ago, 1994, the sport had gone into suspended animation. The players called a strike in August, the owners cancelled the World Series in September. We were told symbolically, if not directly, that everything we believed in was a mirage.

If they could wipe out the Series after 90-something years, then why care?

But the game survived, even flourished. We’re told the McGwire-Sosa home run chase of ‘98 was what brought back the fans, re-established the interest, and while that’s not untrue, New York also played its part.

This is where the Babe and the Iron Horse played. Where Jackie Robinson joined the majors. Where the term “Subway Series” became part of the lexicon.

New York, with its ethnic diversity, where the kids grew up playing stickball, always was baseball country. Still is. If not at the expense of any other sport.

The Barclays golf tournament was played last weekend across New York Harbor, with the State of Liberty visible from the course. The big guns –  Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, Padraig Harrington — showed up, although Heath Slocum won.

Twenty-four hours later, across the bay, a U.S. Open began. The second one in the region in two and half months. That one was the golf Open, out on Long Island. This is the tennis Open, a rollicking two weeks of day and night competition.

Sellout after sellout, matches that begin at 11 a.m., matches — such as Andy Roddick’s win over Bjorn Phau, Monday night to Tuesday morning — that end at 12:45 a.m. New Yorkers love it. If not quite as much as they love their baseball.

Roger Federer and Serena Williams, the defending champions, opened the Open on Monday afternoon, but the tabloids went with the Yankees, who were down in Baltimore.

“CLOSE BUT NO PERFECTO!” said the Post on its back page ‘”Awesome Andy,” proclaimed Newsday, alluding to Pettitte’s performance. And, course, the Daily News went after Hairston, who made the error that for a time will exist in infamy.

The Yanks, the Bronx Bombers, own this region during spring and summer. If it’s not Alex Rodriguez who’s being featured, it’s Derek Jeter. The Mets, the Other Team, attract attention only for their foibles, and there have been plenty.

Omar Minaya is the Mets’ general manager, and now he’s been trashed as much for his failure to make a point clearly in interviews as for the failure of his team.

Minaya’s language didn’t matter when the Mets were winning, wrote Bob Raissman in the News, but now he must communicate how to correct the problems and he is incapable. A bit unfair, but this is New York, where imperfection of any sort is almost sinful.

Whether you’re allowing a ground ball to dribble under your glove or fumbling syntax before a microphone.

In New York, virtually or actually, there’s no place to hide. From the Battery to the Bronx, the Hudson River to Queens, you’re always in somebody’s headlights. Or, as Roddick was in the wee small hours, somebody’s stadium lights.

The other night, Venus Williams was down 5-4 in the second set against Vera Dushevina after having lost the first set and was serving to stay in the match. The crowd was roaring.

“One of those great New York moments,” said Venus, who went on to a three-set victory.

One of those New York moments of which a full explanation might be available from A-Rod or Omar Minaya, if with opposing viewpoints.

“It must be love” is the promotional double-entendre slogan of the Open. Love or hate, with the attention, it must be New York, where you can hit a forehand, a home run and the jackpot at any time.

As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award — given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football — he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.

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Monday, August 31st, 2009

CBSSports.com: Young Britton in awe facing great Federer in first round

By Art Spander
The Sports Xchange/CBSSports.com

NEW YORK — You’ve had those dreams. You blow a fastball past Albert Pujols. You do a double-pump to leave Kobe Bryant hanging in the air, helpless. You whip a backhand past Roger Federer and are up 3-1 in the second set.

And then you wake up. Or as happened Monday to a kid named Devin Britton, in a surrealistic opening-round match of the 2009 U.S. Open, Roger Federer wakes up. So much for dreaming.

“I was thinking,” said Britton, “I’m up a break. This is awesome. Then it only lasted about 30 seconds.”

Then Federer won the next six games as the No. 1 player should against an 18-year-old who is ranked No. 1,370 in the world. Federer defeated Britton, 6-1, 6-3, 7-5.

The match was a mismatch. And yet it wasn’t.

Britton, 18, won the NCAA singles title last May during the one semester he spent in college, at Mississippi. Invited to the Open as a wild card, he had what could be considered either the good fortune or the misfortune to be put in the draw against Federer, who has won the championship the previous five years.

When told Thursday he had drawn the great Federer, who has a record 15 Grand Slam titles, Britton at first thought it was a joke. Any laughter was muted.

Britton, as all of us, had seen Federer on television. “He looked unbelievable,” Britton said of watching from afar.

Then after a pause, the kid added, “But when you play him, he’s even more tough.”

A day earlier, Britton had practiced with Rafael Nadal, who was ranked No. 1 before being unable to play in June and July because of bad knees. Nothing grandiose bounced around Britton’s mind, but after hitting against Nadal, maybe, Britton hoped, he could pull off a shot here or there against Federer.

In a way, he failed. In a way, he succeeded.

“My goal,” Britton said candidly, “was not to get crushed.”

He didn’t. Or did he? Federer won the first set in 18 minutes, which is less time than it takes the 7 train to go from the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center at Flushing Meadows back to Manhattan.

“It was hard not to think about who I was playing,” Britton conceded. “He plays such a pretty game. It’s fun to watch. I didn’t start thinking about my own game until late in the second set.”

Britton did break Federer once in each of the last two sets, an indication that either Britton has a future or Federer has a heart, not that Roger is going to ease up in his quest for another championship.

“Try to win again,” Federer answered when someone asked about his motivation now that he already has been described as the best in history. “I like being the winner of any tournament in the world. That’s why, when I enter, I try to win.”

If the words sound more than vaguely familiar, echoing those of Tiger Woods, that would be understandable. Federer and Tiger both are served by the same agency, IMG, and both often express admiration for the other.

On this afternoon, any admiration expressed was by Britton, who first signed a professional contract in June at Wimbledon, where he reached the semifinals. Of the junior championships.

And suddenly there he was Monday, standing dumbstruck across from the elegant Swiss with “RF” on his jacket and tennis in his wake.

“It was pretty scary,” said Britton, who at least has a sense of humor — or of reality. “I was pretty scared.”

Fear, excitement, it’s a wonder Britton made it through three sets, remarkable he broke Federer in two of the three sets.

“The extended changeovers, I had time to think about it,” Britton said of the one-minute breaks. “It was pretty much all I was thinking about. You know, this is pretty cool. I was sitting here on [Arthur] Ashe Court and playing Federer. This is awesome.”

Also instructional. Britton said he realized he would need to get stronger, would need to develop a bigger serve, would need to improve his forehand — although he also knows there is no duplicating the famous Federer forehand.

“I think he serves unbelievably well,” Britton said of Federer. “I don’t think a lot of people realize how big he serves.”

The forehand, the one that is able to place a ball virtually anywhere at any time? Like someone poking his hand into the lion cage at the zoo, Britton masochistically wanted to see how much he could poke around without getting eaten.

“His forehand is just crazy,” said Britton, bringing laughter to the media group. “I tried to keep it away, but sometimes I just hit [the ball] there just to see it.”

What Federer wants to see is a few more trophies. He finally won the French in June, then took Wimbledon for the sixth time. A sixth consecutive U.S. championship would equal the mark of the late Bill Tilden in 1920-25.

“I’ve beaten the all-time Grand Slam record,” Federer said. “That’s not what tennis is all about. I don’t think if you ask the other players, their goal is to win 16 Slams now. … You can have different types of goals. Mine are at a very high level. That’s just the difference.”

As Devin Britton, his newest victim and latest fan, understands quite well.

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