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Encore Une Fois

“Mesdames, Messieurs, le disc-jockey Sash! est de retour…”

Besides being a massive and might I add mega dance tune, Encore Une Fois is also French for ‘Once Again’ and here we are, once again on the eve of Roland Garros. C’est magnifique!

Tour Eifel

The extent of my French in school that I can remember is: “J’mappelle Rebecca. J’habite in Irlande du Nord. Je joue au tennis.” Come to think of it my Spanish, which I studied to GCSE, isn’t hot either. Such a pity, I could converse with Rafa in his mother tongue if I had kept it up now…

I struggle whether the French Open or Wimbledon is my favourite Grand Slam. I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to both and so can compare them like for like.

Paris is a beautiful city and I love the language even though I can’t understand it all. La Tour Eifel, La Seine, Montmartre, the Champs Elysees all major landmarks in what’s become one of the most romantic cities in the world. The mystique of another language, a city one is not familiar with and the desire to explore it more seems to rate higher than London, where the Cockney language and monologue although familiar is not near as appealing.

Paris, home to Chanel, Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent and the like, automatically means the style stakes are a little higher especially for the VIP box which always attracts an array of high profile and well tailored guests.

Paris Underground System, not a Womble in sight

The Bois de Boulogne in which the French Open Championships are played in is a beautiful ‘arrondissement’ (city district to you and me) that even got a mention in Audrey Hepburn’s classic film Sabrina.

Back to the tennis, j’adore watching tennis on the red dirt as some may call it. I love the long rallies it accommodates, the grueling environment that permits double digit shots to and fro players’ rackets. The tennis ball is taken on a crazy journey from corner to corner, sculpted into angles you didn’t think existed and then out of nowhere, the clever craftsman or woman yielding a racket decides to pull off a drop shot, forcing their opponent to race to the net or lose the point.

Men’s tennis is way more watchable on clay than on grass (I know plenty out there will disagree with me). At Roland Garros, the guys keep the ball in play more and it’s not a matter of ace-double fault-second serve- unreturned serve-ace-double fault!

French Legend Suzanne Lenglen and the court that bears her name

Even when the score is announced in French, it just seems so more glamorous and attractive than bog standard English. One can watch a match and drift off into another little world as the umpire calls out ‘quinze-quarante’ and ‘egalite’.

Perhaps Paris holds a special place in my heart because that’s were I won my first Grand Slam– hadn’t you heard?! Oui, it was wii buns for me few months back. Roland Garros is possibly my favourite Slam on the Grand Slam Wii game, it’s were I seem to play my very (Wii) best.

I beat Martina Navratilova in the quarters, Serena Williams in the semis and Justine Henin in the final. It was a tremendous tournament that sadly none of my family were there to experience (my Mum was too busy in the kitchen eating her dinner, more appealing than watching her daughter compete at such high virtual level but I managed to get photographic evidence to prove I did in fact win).

Step aside Svetlana, there's a new ladies champion in town!!

Thankfully the real deal in Jankovic, Henin, Serena & Venus Williams, Kuznetsova, Azarenka and Rome Winner Martinez Sanchez are all in the draw for the 2010 title.

Long Rallies, French fans shouting ‘Allez’, croissants, frequent views of the Eifel Tower, the mouth-watering would be battle between Rafa and Roger and the hope of another dramatic ladies final (a la Martina Hingis & Steffi Graf 1999), what can I say?

Without sounding too much like a Teletubby: Encore Encore!!

Rafa and Roger, the verdict!

So the tennis purists got their Federer Nadal final and a good final it was at that. Federer showed that he still has the hunger and desire to keep on winning and if anything the man that is driving that is Rafael Nadal. Nadal has had a new lease of life this clay court season, winning his 18th Masters 1000 event in total and 3rd in a row, an incredible feat considering his injury trouble and personal family problems last year. Surely Nadal must now be considered favourite to lift the Roland Garros title in 3 weeks but it sure wont be easy. I was surprised ( on current form) that Federer wasnt simply steamrollered by Nadal. The matches tend to follow a pattern, points in Nadal and Federer matches are played like chess, Nadal peppers Federers backhand, Roger looses patience and makes an approach to the net with a hard flat groundstroke and seemingly from nowhere Nadal scrapes the ball past a dispairing Federer. If only Roger would learn, but in the same situation we would probably make the same mistake ourselves. Its very easy to be an armchair critic watching these matches easy to point out the obvious, if only it were as simple.

Who is likely to challenge the established order at Roland Garros this year? There is a strong Spanish challenge in JC Ferrero, David Ferrer and Fernando Verdasco all at their most effective on the red clay. Big serving americans Isner and Querrey have had a good season on the dirt thus far and with that in mind could go deep into the draw. Cilic is a guy who has as yet failed to make any impact on the bigger Masters series events, many have been tipping this guy for superstardom, similarly built to Delpo but with a more all round game, surely he must start doing the business soon. Latvias Gulbis could also do damage having had high profile wins lately against Federer and taking Nadal to 3 in Rome. Murray is coming to the boil just nicely and with the absence of several high profile clay courters such as Gonzo and Delpo a lucky draw could see him make the semis even the final, but a win in Roland Garros would certainly be a distant possibility. A question mark also surrounds Djokovic, having pulled out of his Belgrade semi with hayfever and then the subsequent event in Madrid, what kind of shape will he be in, not having played a game in several weeks…….

Check out our poll tomorrow pick your winner of Roland Garros 2010

When in Rome…

Ah, Italy. The land of pasta and pizza, fine leather and fabulous ice cream. Not to mention the tall, dark handsome Italian men. No wonder they call it La Dolce Vita – sweet life indeed.

So far I’ve been to Milan, Sienna and Florence and the food was simply amazing in all three cities. It also helped to have an Italian speaking cousin provide a super translation and tour guide service, cheers Rachael!

The Colosseum, definately worth driving the Vespa up to in Rome

Rome is definitely on top of my list of cities to visit and especially at this time of year when over the next few days it hosts both the ATP and WTA tours in consecutive weeks during the Internazionali BNL D’Italia.

The guys will arrive to play at the famous Foro Italico Sunday 25th April whilst the girls are due to start their matches on 2nd May.  2010 will be a special year for the tournament as they mark their 75th Anniversary. Buon Compleanno!!

Over the course of the commonly known Italian Open’s history and in the Open era, there has been a distinct link with its winners and Roland Garros a few weeks later in Paris.

Rafa holds on to the Italian Open Trophy

A few recognisable guys such as Bjorn Borg, Ivan Llendl, Thomas Muster, Jim Courier and Rafael Nadal have all held aloft both trophies in the same year, along with the lesser known Adriano Panatta (well, have you ever heard of him?).

Rafa and Bjorn are the only two men to have won both titles in the same year in separate years; the Spanish King of Clay winning both in 2005, 2006, 2007 and the Swedish King of Cool collecting both in 1974 and 1978.

On the ladies side, even more familiar names like Steffi Graf, Monica Seles (woo hoo) and Serena Williams have done the double whammy with Chris Evert winning both titles in 1974, 1975 and 1980 – impressive stuff.

With amazing sights to see like the Colosseum and the Trevi fountain, the Spanish Steps and St Peter’s Bascilica catching a few matches on the famous red dirt during the same trip would just be bellissimo! 

Imagine all that tennis mixed with fantastic food; a culinary delight of forehands and Focaccia, lobs and lasagne, washed down with a glass of Prosecco, serve-d with gelato, finished off with an espresso coffee. That’s amore!

Thinking of all that Carbonara and Parma ham and Spaghetti Bolognese, it reminded me of the scene from the classic film ‘The Apartment’.

Jack Lemmon is making dinner for his co-star Shirley McLaine and uses his wooden tennis racket (well it was filmed in 1960) to drain the spaghetti. So now you know what to do the next time you can’t find the strainer in your kitchen!

Well I’m off to order a pizza or perhaps a book a flight to Rome if there’s a special offer on…Ciao!

Confession Time

Andre Agassi shocked the sports world when he revealed in his aptly titled autobiography ‘Open’ that he had taken recreational drugs and lied to the authorities when a routine drugs test came back positive.

When I first heard this story and read the extracts printed in The Times, I was in total shock.

Andre seemed like a respectable tennis player who I assumed, like his peers, adhered to the strict rules and regulations around drugs in sport. Tennis, like all professional sports places a lot of resources and importance on keeping a clean and fair playing field, and rightly so.

Although Andre had a reputation as being a bit of a wild boy from Las Vegas, I never for one second thought he would dabble into illegal drugs, especially as a professional athlete wanting to make the best of his tennis career. 

However, long before the book tackled the headline hitting drugs scandal, Andre described how his father fed him with speed at the tender age of just ten. Andre’s older brother Philly had warned him it might happen in this extract:

One night Philly asked me to promise him something.

Sure, Philly. Anything.

Don’t ever let Pops give you any pills. Next time you go away to nationals, if Pops gives you pills, don’t take them. These pills are tiny, white, round. Don’t take them. Whatever you do.

What if Pops makes me? I can’t say no to Pops.

Ok, he says. I got it. If you have to take the pills, if he makes you take them, play a bad match. Tank. Then, as soon as you come off the court, tell him you were shaking so bad you couldn’t concentrate.

OK. But Philly – what are these pills?

Speed. I just know he’s going to try to slip you some speed.

How do you know, Philly?

He gave it to me.

Sure enough, at the nationals in Chicago my father gives me a pill. Walking off the court, I tell my father I don’t feel right, I want to pass out and he looks guilty.

Ok, he says, rubbing his hand across his face, that’s not good. We won’t try that again.

I phone Philly after the tournament and tell him about the pill.

I did just what you told me to do, Philly, and it worked.

My brother sounds the way I imagine a father is supposed to sound. Proud of me and scared for me at the same time.

Andre was not to blame for his first encounter with drugs but his second stint comes as a result of peer pressure at the Bradenton Tennis Academy in Florida, where he is not a happy boy, forced to live miles away from his home in Las Vegas.

The worse I do at school, the more I rebel. I drink. I smoke pot, I act like an ass.

Then, 242 pages into the book, Andre uncovers the truth about how as a professional tennis player, having a bad season which saw him defaulted from a match because of bad language (this doesn’t read as a great depiction of a role model, but please do read on), and with his trainer Gil’s daughter lying in a hospital with a broken neck, he gets high on Crystal meth with his assistant ‘Slim’.

Slim says, you want to get high with me?

High? On what?

Gack. Crystal meth.

As if they are coming out of someone else’s mouth, someone standing directly behind me, I hear these words. You know what? Yeah. Let’s get high.

There is a moment of regret, followed by vast sadness… I don’t sleep for two days. When I finally do, it’s the sleep of the dead and the innocent.

Things coasted on, Andre married Brooke Shields, pulled out of the French Open and Wimbledon, and finally came to the realisation that things needed to change. Then one day, walking through La Guardia airport in New York, he gets a phone call from a doctor working for the ATP.

There is doom in his voice, as if he is going to tell me I’m dying. And then that’s exactly what he tells me.

It was his job to test my urine sample from a recent tournament. It’s my duty to inform you that you’ve failed the standard ATP drug test. The urine sample you submitted has been found to contain trace amounts of crystal methylene.

I fall onto a chair in the baggage claim area. I’m carrying a backpack, which I drop to the ground.

Mr. Agassi?

Yes. I’m here. So. What now?

Well, there is a process. You’ll need to write a letter to the ATP, admitting your guilt or declaring your innocence. Did you know there was a likelihood that that drug was in your system?

Yes. Yes, I knew.

In that case, you’ll need to explain in your letter how the drug got there.

And then?

Your letter will be reviewed by a panel.

And then?

If you knowingly ingested the drug- if you, as it were, plead guilty –you’ll be disciplined of course.

My name, my career, everything is now on the line, at a table where no one wins. Whatever I’ve achieved, whatever I’ve worked for, might soon mean nothing. Part of my discomfort with tennis has always been a nagging sense that it’s meaningless. Now I’m about to learn the true meaning of meaningless.

I write a letter to the ATP filled with lies interwoven with bits of truth. I acknowledge that the drugs were in my system – but I assert that I never knowingly took them. I say Slim, whom I’ve since fired, is a known drug user, and that he often spikes his sodas with meth- which is true. Then I come to the central lie of the letter. I say I recently drank accidentally form one of Slim’s spiked soda, unwittingly ingesting his drugs. I say that I felt poisoned but thought the drugs would leave my system quickly. Apparently they did not.

I ask for understanding, and leniency, and hastily sign it: sincerely. I feel ashamed, of course. I don’t know what else to do but lie.

The ATP later dismissed the case and Andre walked away a free athlete. So why did he decide to sit down one day and write his true story for the world to read?

Was it just to sell more books and make more money I hear the cynical ask? Jump on the autobiography bandwagon that most famous and even not-so-famous attempt in the prospect of increasing their profile and bank balance. Was the guilt eating into his happiness of retirement? Too familiar with the limelight, did he want to grab the headlines one last time?

Well that could be the case, but if it was for the money, he has said all proceeds from the book will go towards the Andre Agassi Foundation for Education. As part of this, he established the Andre Agassi College Preparatory Academy which is giving back to the young people who are in need of education and what’s more as Andre would argue, simply an opportunity to become educated.

Reading his book, I was amazed at his honesty and the frankness contained in his story. The nature of books giving that one to one storytelling meant it was like talking to him each time I opened it up.

Andre had gotten away with the drugs scandal at the time and he could have easily gone on to live his life now without telling his tale, and we would be none the wiser. So from that perspective, I have respect for Andre, that he chose to ‘fess up.

He knew at the time that he was lying to save his ass, his sponsorship and ultimately his fans that had grown in immense numbers to support him through his career.

Yes, he did a bad thing, taking illegal drugs then covering up to protect the truth when he knew full well what he was doing. It showed he was human, that he as tennis player and at times, the best tennis player in the world, he still made mistakes. Perhaps more honest that you or I, he decided to come clean and to tell all and publish this book.

We all have examples of situations where in hindsight we would change, this was Andre’s. Throughout the book, he was a down to earth guy and extremely generous – he was aware of the wealth he had accomplished but more distinctly the need of others around him. He didn’t have heirs or graces about himself, he had a big heart and he tipped more in restaurants than his arch rival Pete Sampras.

As in my World Book Day article previously published here on LTB I used the word magic to describe books compared to other mediums of communications. I was therefore touched when Andre wrote in his acknowledgements:

I was late in discovering the magic of books.

Of all the mistakes he made that he wanted his children to avoid, that was the top of his list. That is why Andre wrote the book, for his two children Jaden and Jaz and his wife Stefanie. Throughout the book there is plenty of reference to his many mistakes and how he teaches his children not to do the things he regrets. Taking illegal drugs was only one such lesson.

Mike Agassi was the polar opposite of Karolj Seles who never pushed his daughter Monica to play, or take drugs to enhance her ability but he simply ensured she enjoyed every minute that she was on a tennis court. The relationship Andre had with his father was complex, like most father son relationships can be, but Andre didn’t love him any less for it. That is another important lesson that can be a hard one for many to learn.

In his redeeming book, Andre Agassi shows a real example to others by coming clean and being open. An act of guilt, a ploy to get more money for his Foundation, no matter what the real reason Andre wrote this book, I for one am glad he did. He tells his remarkable story with humble maturity that is so much more than the drugs scandal that it may merely be remembered for.


 Who or what am I talking about? Roger Federer of course. The guy is unbelievable. As regular readers to LOVEtennis Blog will know I am a MAJOR Federer fan. In January pre Aussie Open I was not confident that he was going to win back his title, especially with the number of up and comers making a breakthrough last year. Surely with two babes at home it must affect his sleep and training patterns. But against my better judgement Rog romped home. He has since been under the radar bigtime, pulling out of Dubai with a chest infection and loosing in a tight 3 setter to Baghdatis in Indian Wells, he recently lost to Berdych in Miami. In both these matches, he went to three sets and had match points. What does that tell me? Well hes playing ok, but not great, had he really really wanted to win these games surely he would have. The thought of grandslam does wonders to focus the mind, Masters just aint what they used to be!

With the European Clay court season nearly upon us I am hopeful that us Federer fans will see Roger lift some silverware though I do not hold out much hope. Best of 3 aint really Roger’s cup of tea but I know he will be keen for some form and prevent his rivals getting a psychological advantage heading into the French Open. Who knows what will happen. Some would say he is on the decline, having lost to Berdych and Baghdatis both players whom he had exemplary records against until recently, can he still turn it on, on the big stage like before? Only time will tell. I am salivating at the prospect of a Roland Garros Final with Rafa and Roger.

Has Murray lost the Magic?

So with 3 consecutive disappointing tournaments, the HSS Andy Murray seems to be rocking.  We could forgive a first round loss in Dubai to Tipsy, but in Indian Wells, Andy was second best for the whole game agains R-Sod and the cherry on top was the straight sets loss to a guy from back to the future, Mardy Fish. Mardy is much more a doubles player than a singles, but he can hold his own on the singles court. Needless to say Mardy also managed to beat Federer in the semis in Miami in 2008 so he has good form on these courts. But Murray looking to finally get the grandslam monkey off his back must surely have targeted the American Hardcourt season for some form and to defend last years points when he came runner up in Indian Wells and won Miami.

Once again we are seeing Murrays weakness ruthlessly exposed. Soderling and Fish both have big serves and dominating forehands players who Murray would typically struggle against. Despite his vast array of shots, his backhand slice, his dropshots, his running crosscourt backhand, Andy can still not fail to mask that he does not have a killer forehand to finish a rally. This is what is hurting him most. Say hes letharagic jetlagged and playing a pumped up Top 50er looking to make a name for themselves, Andy will struggle as he chases ball after ball from the baseline.

Maybe Andy is having somewhat of a hangover since his Australian Open loss, he played well that day but he met a vintage Federer, ruthlessly efficient and eager to continue rewriting the record books. Having trained so hard in the off season, 8 hours a day for weeks, maybe the defeat has played on his mind. Even Andy has come out and said himself, its not his preparation moreso not being able to get into the grove in matches, concentration may play a factor. He has been an outspoken critic of ex GB Davis Cup captain John Lloyd, everybody knew they were friendly but really Andy did you really need to go stick the boot in?Focus on your tennis.

As the tour makes it way back to the European Clay circuit, it would seem unlikely that Andy’s luck is likely to change anytime soon, what with a resurgent Nadal and the rest of South America keen to stake a claim to the Roland Garros crown. Murray had some good encouraging results on the dirt last year even still he wouldnt be one of the favourites to win any of the events in Europe. And then as quick as the French Open arrivesm before you know it, its Wimbledon, the pressure the media the Fred Perry hype….. the circus continues!!!

It’s a love game

Here at LoveTennisBlog, it would be remiss of us not to acknowledge St Valentine’s Day. We all share a passion for the great game whether we play, watch, wii play, read, listen and/or even dream about it.

But of course, love is a big thing in tennis – it’s declared in every single match that is played professionally or otherwise! How I hear some of you ask? By the scoring system of course. It is a well known saying that ‘love means nothing to a tennis player’ because love always refers to a blank score. ‘Love-forty’ is not a good place to be when you are serving. When your opponent ‘leads one set to love and 5 games to love’, it’s even worse and almost time to pack your bags.

I remember playing club doubles one evening as the brass band practised ‘Love is in the air’ in the nearby church hall. I didn’t realise the irony until I got home after losing the set. It could have been a scene straight out of the movies.

So how did ‘love’ get into tennis?

According to Wikipedia:

The origin of the use of “love” for zero is disputed; it is possible that it derives from the French word for the egg (l’œuf) because an egg looks like the number zero. “Love” is also said to derive from “l’heure” or “the hour” (more likely to be translated as “the time”) in French. Another possibility of the origin comes from the Dutch expression “iets voor lof doen,” which means to do something for praise, implying no other reward (so monetary gain would be zero). The word ‘lof’ has changed over time to ‘love’.

Thank goodness for that. The umpires have enough trouble having to pronounce some surnames not to have to struggle with saying ‘loef’ or ‘lof’ a hundred times every match.

As we approach Valentine’s Day and the shops bombard us with cards, chocolates and flowers, we thought we would explore and pull together a list of things to buy your Valentine, with tennis in mind. In honour of the scoring system, we will list them in cost order with an option to suit every budget:

Love – 0 A tube of tennis balls. So there is a recession on and you are choosing the low cost option. Well, they are a very practical gift and who can honestly say, hand on heart, that they ever have enough tennis balls?

Love – 15 Check out www.biscuiteers.com for a tennis racket shaped biscuit card as pictured below, gift wrapped and posted out for your convenience. There is also a function when ordering to leave a personal message – soppy or otherwise – meaning your Valentine can tell, only if you want them to know, who sent you the tennis treat. They are such a novelty, you might not want to eat them at all! But when you do decide to sample just perhaps the racket, you will enjoy the delicious crunchy biscuit, preferably washed down with a nice big cup of tea.


Love – 30 A tennis book – not very romantic I hear you ask? I haven’t finished…scribe a little love note in the front covers to act as an endless reminder of the special occasion. There is lots of tennis books out there, just make sure you know what’s already in their collection before you buy. The Tennis Gallery at Wimbledon offer a great selection of books and deliver your books for free!

Love – 40 If you/your partner owns a Ninendo Wii, buy your loved one the Grand Slam tennis game by EA Sports. A fantastic selection of courts at each of the 4 Slams and plenty of pro’s at your discretion with great graphics and Pat Cash as your personal commentator. If you don’t have access to a Wii, then why not go the whole hog and buy one!

Love – Game A Wimbledon branded duvet. I know, I didn’t think the All England Club would have this on their merchandise list either but they do. Your partner can snuggle up in bed in this crispy white duvet set and dream of holding up the trophy as they sleep. Available online from the Wimbledon Shop.

Love – Set Surprise your loved one with a weekend to the most romantic city in the world, Paris! It’s advisable to book flights anytime between 24th May and 6th June so as to catch the French Open, earning you double brownie points. You might not get up the Eiffel Tower for fear of losing a game at Roland Garros, but there is a good view of it from the top of the Philippe Chatrier Court as seen in the pic to the left, just to the top right of the TV screen. Oh la la!

Love – Match This present really is the pièce de résistance – build them a tennis court! Yes, it is far fetched but what did you expect as the most romantic thing to buy your tennis loving partner? Outdoor or indoor, this present is guaranteed to be a hit, year after year, if you can afford it that is!

If you wish to receive any of the above on 14th February, I suggest you print of this blog entry and leave copies strategically placed around your pad to ensure maximum exposure. If you prefer to be direct and don’t beat about the bush, forward the link by email so they know exactly what to get you.

And never fear if you as a single person, if the prospect of Valentine’s Day is filling you with dread, it doesn’t mean you can’t celebrate as being LoveTennisBlog fans, raise a glass of the bubbly to the game itself. Watch the live final of the Open GDF Suez in Paris, cosy up with a box of chocolates and indulge in the fact that ‘love means nothing to a tennis player’.

Happy Valentines Day!

Gutted for Andy, but his time will come!

It seemed like everybody had their alarms set ! I blearily made my way downstairs in the hope rather than expectation that he would get the job done, make history and finally get the monkey off his back! But as we now  know Federer was in imperious form and Andy no matter how hard he tried couldnt do it, despite having 5 set points in the 3rd set breaker. As a tennis fan, I am left disapointed, maybe Murray didnt take this opportunity to fulfill his potential, but Roger played very very well, he was extremely aggressive in the returns of serve and always kept Murray on the run. In a few years Andy will look back on this 2nd slam defeat and realise it is/ was part of his learning curve, a tough lesson to take but will improve him in the long run.

My heart went out to Andy in the presentation, we got to see a bit of personality and feeling from the Scot. It will endear him to  new fans, even me mami felt sorry for the guy. What was clear was how much it meant to him, all those 400m track sessions and 1000’s of practice balls hit -all the hard work he has put into his tennis career and to fall short once again.  And even the wee poke at Roger for his crying made me laugh too!Federer produced a masterful performance Murray the student will learn from it.

Where does he go from here? There is a couple of slams in Andy Murray of that there is no doubt, he has the game and has been improving , if he keeps working hard then it will come. His greatest chance could yet be Wimbledon or Flushing however he isnt to be discounted at Roland Garros either. Hopefully the media will lay off his back and not put so much pressure on the guy. From a tennis point of view Andy needs to beef up his 2nd serve, it has been his achilles heel this tournament and we saw how Fed was able to get on the front foot from a  precision return. I would also like to see him taking more risks and punishing opponents rather than waiting for an opponent to miss. This tactic  ( of hanging back and reacting to opponents) works in ATP events but in the big finals, the top players are gonna make more shots than the miss. When Andy came forward and threw caution to the wind, he was impressive. He just lacks the conviction to do it as much as he should be doing it.

Andy can be very proud of his achievements today in making his 2nd slam final, he will beat the great man in a slam final one day. Hard Luck but keep at it!