The Emperor’s dilemma – Roger Federer’s battle against time

Roger Federer

It is raining in heaven and Roger Federer’s umbrella will not open. The great man, who was used to winning matches without so much as breaking a sweat, is getting wet and feeling washed out.

The expansive Centre court at the Uniprix Stadium in Montreal is all set to pine for the balletic feet of the missing maestro. Even as the hard Deco Turf bears the brunt of the gladiators’ grinding feet, under the empathetic gaze of the prized Mark Roberts’ Optical Crystal, it will long for a man whose feet caressed her many wounds over the years with his balletic grace.

Only three men are missing from the top twenty. The most conspicuous among them though shall be Federer, who is nursing his back just as much as he might be his soul.

Nearly 32, it cannot be much of a surprise that Federer has been pushed into an inevitable battle with time. Unlike in the past, when the opponent was merely a prop meant to exaggerate his many brilliant hues, Federer is now forced to deal with his emboldened rivals.

Not long ago, they would make their way to the middle, content with having the best seat in the house.

The same men are now turning out in their best battle fatigue, knowing the emperor is dealing with a shadow that is tying him in knots. As he fumbles in the acres around his palace, the soldiers who were employed to sing his hymns are haunting his dreams and hunting him during the day.

For a man with nothing left to accomplish, it might be a great temptation to screw his face at those mismatched enemies and retire to a beautiful chateau somewhere in the Alps.

But then great men aren’t wired like that, are they? His recent run of dismal results isn’t sitting too well with Federer. The Swiss was never too graceful in his losses and he stretched belief recently when he wondered aloud about his ranking – “fourth, fifth, third, what is it” he shot back at a reporter, who dared to ask him about his decline.

Knowing that he remembers points and scores from his junior days, Federer betrayed himself and gave away the fraying edges of his bespoke ego.

His back has been a persistent issue, just as much as the suddenly shanked stroke for no rhyme or reason. And both issues are getting magnified as the years advance for Federer. It is apparently taking longer now for Federer to recover from a strain in the back than it did in the past.

In the past, even when he did have a problem with his back, Federer found a way to mask his pain and prevail over his opponents. Not any longer. The shanks are also coming at inopportune times off both flanks, proving expensive for the beleaguered Swiss man.

It is a tribute to Federer’s passion that he is willing to probe within for the answers to the many vexing questions that might be hovering in his mind space floating like thick dark clouds. When winning is almost a way of life, it must hurt deeply to be at the receiving end against the kind of journeymen that have derailed him in the recent past.