In this essay, Athreya Kadambi tries to explore one particular aspect of professional tennis player Roger Federer’s personality.
He was two sets down and his serve had been broken. An early exit from the Wimbledon Quarter-finals seemed imminent. He was about to face a massive serve from his opponent.
The serve whistled past him at 100 miles per hour. He peered from the corner of his eye towards a small section in the crowd – Dead silence. He thought that it was probably over. He looked around the stadium for answers and saw faces as shocked as his. His heart was in his mouth. A clueless face met a million thoughts in his mind and convoluted into inexplicable emotions. He was on the verge of breaking down.
The silence continued to be deafening…
But then, the linesman ruled it as a foul serve. He gulped a sigh of relief, drenched in sweat and battling his inner demons. He then composed himself and donned a determined face in an attempt to not show any weakness to his opponent.