Winning a championship makes you a winner; it does not make
you a champion. Having followed the progress of the young Spaniard Rafael Nadal
for more than five years, it was with a lump in my throat that I watched Nadal
brought to his knees by the Serb Novak Djokovich in the last set of the match.
Djokovitch was not the winner; not in my eyes and not in the eyes of ninety per
cent of the spectators. It is easy to hold up a trophy and smile after having
just scraped through to win; it takes a champion to hold back the tears as he gracefully
accepts the loss and showers the crowd with praise.
Rafael Nadal the come-back kid of all time
Rafael can be down two sets to one and come from behind to
be in the lead again and do his characteristic war dance. It was a tennis game
such as I had never seen – almost six hours in duration – hard volleys, hard
grunts, sheer guts and determination, and an energy that spoke of animal-like
qualities. He is the tennis champion of the masses, his number-one idol being Roger
Federer, who also cried when he lost to Nadal at the Australian Open in 2009.
I have come to know Nadal from the comfort of my own home. I
watch how he jumps from one leg to the other, in readiness for the game. I
watch how he carefully places his bottles during the match. I watch how he
picks at his pants, pushes his hair back and waits for the ball. I felt his
pain when his parents separated and wished I could tell him that he will make
it through the difficult times and be happy again. Nadal is my fictional son and
reminds me of my own son – hardworking, a goal setter, and determined to
succeed.
If you were here, Rafa, I would tell you that it is all
right to cry. Even champions cry. However,
there is one thing I have to tell you – I did not much like the occasional display
of arrogance I sometimes witnessed on the court. It pained me because you are
better than that. Aspire to be like Roger Federer not only as a tennis great
but as a humble human being. Roger is the most gracious of all the tennis
players out there. There is no swank – and despite all his wins and his
accolades, he knows that you, Raphael Nadal, are a true champion and knows in
his heart that he will not beat you again. But winning isn’t only about how
many championships you have won, Nada. It’s how it shapes you after the
footlights are off. I will be watching you.