I was one of the 5 in the room who was peevish with the grunts that came from the other side of the court. In general, we were finding flaws with anything and everything that Rafa did and didn’t that day. Including his grunts. How annoying they were..To me at least. I can’t imagine being Roger, trying to match Borg’s feat and here is my opponent questioning every sixth or seventh shot of mine – thanks to the hawk-eye replay, now exclusively available at Wimbledon, with the most irksome grunts that were made every time the guy hits a powerful winner across the court, giving me very little chance to chase it down.
I couldn’t have been Roger and none could have been on that day – for it was a miracle he pulled it off in the end. The mental game was lost in Roger’s mind during the first 3 sets. But once he repaired his thoughts, we got to see Federer’s best tennis and Rafa’s was no match once Roger brought his ammunition out.
We celebrated the final foreground smash as much as Roger’s family did in the box, with high-fives and cheers..and the emotions were running high in my sister-in-law’s living room. We had been talking about this for such a long time that we actually were motivated to go play tennis on a Sunday morning at 6:30 AM. When we came back, Roger was up by one set & the rest as they history as we were glued on to the TV set till ‘history’ was made.