If a tennis ball were ever to reach the sky, only Roger Federer could hit it there. A farewell bow, for Stern– Journalist Mathias Schneider.
Sometimes, when he seemed to dance around his feather-light, physics-defying opponent again, with pinned semi-fly balls that seemed to fail to clear a net, they would get hit so fast and flat – and then it was anyway; So when I watched this Roger Federer match, it sometimes felt like he had the audience mesmerized by him. Men in suits, women in sundresses, boys in T-shirts and hated old men stared at his racket in anticipation of what the artist would come up with with his no-nonsense technique. Every noble swing, feline movements, not a drop of sweat disturbs the devotion.
