So I was one of the millions of people across the world with my eyes glued to the television in sheer awe, watching the Australian Open Final between Rafa Nadal and eventual winner Novak Djokovic. That is, eventual in the most literal sense of the word. It was six hours of epic tennis, showcasing everything from emotion to skill and strength to passion. They were fucking warriors.
There's been plenty of media hyping this up to have been the greatest match ever, and all in good reason. It encapsulated all that is great about sport, totally inspiring. The match swayed continuously, with both players taking the momentum and showing their best. It really could have gone either way and in many occasions too. The final set had Nadal all over it until he missed a backhand volley by a few millimeters, a point that he had set up perfectly. Djokovic came back out of nowhere and stormed to a deserved victory of 5-7 6-4 6-2 6-7 7-5. It's all very good writing about it afterwards, but it's a match that is most valuable watched in full, and one that will remain as a significant point in the timeline of tennis for generations.
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