It was like a chapter out of Moby Dick; except that in the end Ahab got the whale. Andy Murray embodied the spirit of the man who donated his name to the stadium; this was no Connors-Ashe match, and Nadal is too honorable of a man to belittle his opponent in the manner of Connors,... but Murray showed that whilst confidence is classy, class is classier.
Never for a moment in the match did he put on that he was pressed to the hard. Shots flowed from his quiver as effortlessly as words from the pulpit, and in the process Murray re-wrote the record books, doubtless ensuring that his name will not be lost in the annals of this great game.
And whilst Roger Federer proved yesterday beyond any measure of doubt that he is alive and well and in no way out of the reckoning, yet he will look upon Murray with new-found respect when they cross rackets 22 hours from now in NY. But for now, Andy Murray is the king of the world.
For England. And for tennis.
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