Roger Federer vs Rafael Nadal - who is your favourite player?

One of the things I miss while following a team sport, cricket, is that it doesn’t allow you a chance to compare an apple with an apple.

Warne, Kumble and Murali – they all bowled to different set of batsmen.

Cricket is a game between bat and ball – different set of people possess different skills, they form teams and teams play against each other.

That’s one thing a game like lawn tennis provides – a chance to compare your favourite player with someone you aren’t too fond of. Oh yes, I am talking about singles.

Individual games let you explore different aspects. One can compare skills of two individuals pitted against each other, there is no hiding behind the team’s performance. For all the great stories I have heard about Mike Brearley’s captaincy which was supposedly shrewd enough to sell ice to Eskimos, his batting average of 23 in 39 Tests doesn’t say much about the skill for which he was originally picked in the side – batting.

In team sports, the team’s pathetic performance can pull down all the positives of individual brilliance. We know it well, we the Tendulkar fans.

An individual sport exposes you against your opponent. It exposes your opponent in front of you. There is no hiding.

Rafael Nadal (L) and Roger Federer after their semifinal encounter at the 2012 Australian Open

While I had heard a lot about the rivalry between Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer, this was the first time I watched them play against each other. Even though I wasn’t rich enough to buy the tickets, I was lucky enough to reach Federation Square in time – a place where more than a couple of thousands had already taken the vantage points to watch the most awaited duel of the tournament, live on a giant screen.

It was ‘Fedex’ versus ‘Rafa’ as they say.

I haven’t seen much of tennis, but whatever I have seen, Federer’s shots are the most charismatic is what I have found. Forget the placement, at times it seems as if he isn’t playing against his opponent but against himself. Those slices where he makes his opponent look really silly as if just winning a point isn’t enough, he looks more of a craftsman than a tennis player.

At the other end, Nadal seems to be a different player – more like a war horse.

Oh yes, there is a similarity! Like Federer, he seems to be fighting himself, even more than Federer. An injury in the palm, especially if the skin is peeled of, can be really tough. It is not just the pain but the irritating feeling that kills. Continuous sweat while playing doesn’t make life any easier. Yet, he kept playing. Even the backache in the final didn’t deter him. In fact he played his best in the set where he looked to have suffered most from the pain. It wasn’t just the opponents he was playing against, he was also playing against himself – let me see how far I can stretch.

Individual sports teach a lot about life. There is always a tendency to give up and give in – the surrounding, the challenges and the rest. Yet one has to pick himself up and fight. You need to fight your own battles. There aren’t any team mates to make the moves for you to become a hero, there aren’t any team mates running you out; you are all by yourself. That’s pretty much the story of life, isn’t it? No matter how much support one must have, one has to fight his own battles.

On that evening in Federation Square, I must have been the least knowledgeable about the tennis amongst that huge crowd. I didn’t even know what a break point meant till that evening. But I liked the way fans supported their individual heroes – the chants of “Vamos Rafa” or “Come on Roger” is what I could hear with each point. For each cheer of joy, there was a stunned silence somewhere. For each frown on a face, somebody somewhere else was smiling. It was as if different emotions on extremes had gathered at a single place.

There were Federer fans. There were Nadal fans. I was just a mere spectator not just watching the match, but them too.

To my bad luck, it was a no-match. I don’t know how often it has happened, but losing a semi-final in straight sets must have been rare for Federer. While Nadal wasn’t willing to give an inch, Federer looked like a wizard who had lost all his powers – unforced errors, not trying hard enough and an expression on the face which read as if he had resigned to the fate.

I was told later, “He tried to improvise but failed. In good old days, he could toy with the opponent with those improvisations. I think he had run out of steam by this stage.”

“Is that so? He looked no match for Nadal.”

“You’ve seen all those videos of Federer, haven’t you? Didn’t you see how nobody was a match for him?”

I agreed. On the other hand, I was surprised to see how Nadal could play with a palm which was virtually skinless.

“But he could have tried. He could have at least tried stretching the game to 4th set, 5th set?”, I asked back.

“To be fair, it has not been his game. If a game goes into 5th set, Federer is more likely to lose. That’s how Nadal started winning against him, by extending the games and testing his fitness.”

“But he looked to have given up in 3rd set?”

“That’s another problem with him. He is quite like South Africa – can choke. Once it starts going against him, he often loses the plot.”

“And you call him the greatest ever?”. I don’t like such players.

“South Africans choke. They are a laughing stock because of this. Yet, they are considered as one of the best sides. One of the criticisms of Tendulkar has been is that he often failed when India chased a big target. Yet he is considered as one of the greatest ever. They all have weaknesses”

“Okay”, I tried to convince myself.