Dear Roger Federer,
Tomorrow evening at 1930(Melbourne time), you will be competing in your 18th Grand Slam final, another magic number amidst all your historic feats. Standing in your way will be an all too familiar opponent, Rafael Nadal. Much have been said about you no longer being the player you used to be. They said you’ve lost your touch. They said your golden days were over. Well, they can kiss your ace.
Last year, you won 1 Grand Slam, lost in 2 finals and bowed out in the semis of another. Sure that was a failure, only by your majestic standards. Your reputation precedes you. Where else can you go when you are at the top?
Recent matches have seen you back at your sublime best. Some of your shots, they’re just unreal. Your winners, effortless. Your movement, beautiful. Your brilliance, nonchalant. If only tennis is as easy as you portray it to be.
You're an artist and the court is your canvas. Tomorrow evening, I’ll be looking forward to yet another one of your masterpiece. May the best man win.
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