Andy Murray had to do
it the hardest way
It's so easy, after the
fact, to imagine it was all so inevitable, that we were always going
to get here, and many pieces have been written that see the hand of
destiny giving extra oomph to Andy Murray's shots in that Wimbledon
final while coaxing Novak Djokovic's into uncharacteristic error.
This does Andy a little
bit of a disservice.
There was nothing
inevitable about any of this.
Those of us who have
supported Andy Murray from early 2005, when he made his Davis Cup
debut, successfully, against Israel, or even earlier than that, have
known for a long time that Andy had the talent to get very near the
top of tennis and hang around for a while.
This realisation may
have come quickly for some, emerging into full-blown certainty. For
others, it was a steady levelling up of belief, as he passed test
after test, though I think in for many, the display against Rafael
Nadal at the Australian Open in 2007 was a key marker.
Changing his game style
to one of hitherto unseen levels of aggression, Andy dragged Rafa, by
then already twice Roland Garros champion and Wimbledon finalist,
into a 5 set battle before ultimately fading. At this point, even
many who felt Andy had no weapons with which to hurt Rafa, conceded
that he might have a few tricks up his sleeve, although not the
stamina to use them all.
Indeed, 2007 was a
notable year in the story of Andy Murray.
Consider this: Until
2007, Andy and his friend and rival Novak Djokovic, had followed
pretty similar career paths. They burst into the top 100 in 2005 -
Novak in July, Andy in October. They chased each other up the
rankings in 2006, Novak usually slightly ahead, and ended the season
one place apart - Andy at 17 and Novak one place higher at 16.
They were both poised
in 2007 to make an assault on the top 10, and at the Australian Open,
both met similar fates - Andy, as described, falling to Nadal in 5,
while Djokovic was handed a lesson by reigning world number one Roger
Federer in 3, both at the fourth round stage. Both had a solid
February swing, with Andy defending his San José title, while Novak
posted some solid wins in Europe and Dubai.
Novak kept his nose in
front of Andy when they met up in both Indian Wells and Miami. Both
made the SFs and played each other, Novak won both rather easily,
cementing his reputation as the best of the coming players, with
Murray close behind. Indeed, Novak won his first Masters title in
Miami, beating surprise finalist Canas. This rankings trend seemed
destined to continue, with Novak's clearly greater comfort on the red
dirt of Europe likely to give him a rankings edge over Murray. So it
proved through Monte-Carlo and Rome, until an random event happened
in Hamburg that caused a major divergence in the career paths of
these two young men.
Novak made the QFs in
Hamburg, but Andy didn't make it out of R1. Playing Filippo
Volandri, and slapping him quite handily, Andy went for a topspin
forehand, yelped in pain and dropped the racquet. An injury timeout
made no difference, and he was forced to retire.
While Novak made the
SFs of Roland Garros and Wimbledon, tendon damage would keep Andy
from competing in either event. Novak had risen to #3 in the world as
a result of his excellent year. Andy, unable to play, had slipped
back to #13 by the end of Wimbledon. While Novak went on to score
his first win over Roger Federer in winning the Canada Masters, Andy,
back from injury but deeply distrusting of his wrist, could only win
a round in which he hit his forehand with slice 75% of the time,
before being crushed by Fabio Fognini. While Andy, slowly rebuilding
confidence, struggled to a R3 showing at the US Open, Novak capped
off an excellent summer by reaching the US Open final, where he fell
to Federer in an extremely tight match. While Novak had a solid end
to the season and appeared at his first Tennis Masters Cup, Andy
rebuilt his confidence, added another tour title, but narrowly missed
out on a Masters Cup place by losing to Gasquet at the Paris Masters.
It would prove to be a fitting metaphor for the season, but perhaps
even more fitting a marker of the divergence was the start of 2008,
when Andy, primed for a run in Melbourne and expected to go far,
slumped to a R1 defeat to Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, who himself would go on
to the final where he would be beaten by Novak Djokovic, lifting his
first major in the process.
This is not to conclude
that, had Andy's wrist injury not happened, he would have kept pace
with or surpassed Djokovic - that is to assume far too much. It was
already clear that Djokovic's great prowess on clay would give him a
potential rankings edge, and while it was argued that Murray had a
greater feel on the ball and more tactical choices at his disposal,
Djokovic was felt to have the edge mentally and to be, generally
speaking, a better match player in his ability to cope with the
pressures of the ebb and flow of match circumstances.
What is evident,
though, is that by the time Andy Murray regained the ground he lost
due to his wrist injury (and that did not come until mid 2008 in
rankings terms), he now had three serious obstacles to the top
instead of two. Federer and Nadal owned the top spots, but Djokovic
was firmly entrenched just behind them, had one major under his belt,
and was slowly but surely getting even better. Andy, once again, was
playing catch-up.
Andy was relentless in
pursuit of his goal to win a major. He'd seen his friend and rival
achieve this ambition and establish himself as a force to be reckoned
with. Andy hired a team of people to make him as physically fit as
possible, worked with this coach and that coach, consulted a sports
psychologist, but nothing seemed to make that tiny bit of difference
needed. He continued to battle with inconsistency in his results,
and when he did reach major finals, he couldn't find a way to release
his best tennis. The first final at the US Open in 2008 was a bit of
a non-event. Andy, tired from seeing off Rafa the day before in the
SFs, was put to the sword pretty efficiently by Roger Federer, who
repeated the feat at the 2010 Australian Open. This time Andy was
physically ready but mentally unable to take the few chances that
came his way. Despite having several chances to extend the match to
4 sets, he ultimately lost in 3, and did the same 12 months later to
Djokovic, who added his second major. This was Murray's worst slam
showing of the lot, his utter frustration at not being able to
produce his best preventing him for getting anywhere near producing
his best. It was an abject display, and perfectly highlighted the
gulf that had grown between these two players. Murray's consistency
would keep him in or around the top 4 throughout this period, but in
terms of ability to deliver on the biggest stages, The Big 4 clearly
had a junior member.
In 2011, while Djokovic
elevated his game to even greater heights and went on a tear that saw
him lift three of the four majors and ascend to the number one
ranking, Murray couldn't seem to find his way past a certain Rafael
Nadal, who stopped him in the SFs of Roland Garros, Wimbledon and the
US Open - at the latter two losing to Djokovic in the finals.
The expectation on
Murray to win a Grand Slam had been high since before he made his
first major final in 2008. 4 years had gone by, 3 major finals had
come and gone, and not a set had been won. Djokovic was on high,
Nadal was almost as formidable as ever, and Federer still could
produce tournaments of incredible quality. Increasingly it was
wondered if the window had closed. Surely, with that much talent at
the top, and new talent sure to emerge from the next generation, and
with Del Potro managing to snatch a major in 2009, Andy's moment had
gone?
If others were starting
to wonder, Andy's own self-doubts were beginning to rise too. He
continued to work hard, but the weight of those three major finals
and no sets won hung heavy upon him. What's to say that the same
wouldn't happen again next time? Murray had had to play Federer
twice and Djokovic once in his finals. Federer beat the equally
slamless Philippoussis in his first final, Nadal had the equally
slamless Puerta in his, and Djokovic had had the equally slamless
Tsonga in his (albeit after Djokovic beat Federer in the SFs). The
route to that first slam always seemed to have a major-winning
obstacle in his way in the final. Still, he persevered, and made a decision that
proved in time to be a stroke of genius.
Rumours of Ivan Lendl
linking up with Andy Murray in a coaching capacity had first surfaced
early in 2011. It was an intriguing notion at the time, but nothing
seemed likely to come of it, and at that point, nothing did. Ivan
Lendl had been away from the game of tennis since his retirement,
working on his golf and his family, not necessarily in that order.
It wasn't until the off season at the end of 2011 that moved were
made, conversations were had, and Lendl was hired.
Lendl brought many
qualities to the partnership. Though untested as a coach, he was a
perennial hard worker who would demand the same of his charge. He
would be honest - he didn't need the money and thus had no concerns
about keeping his job, he could afford to be motivated only by the
greater good. He and Andy's personalities clicked quickly, an
important element of a relationship as close as this. He was a major
winner, and thus immediately worthy of Andy's respect. Andy's
problem with his earlier coaches was that, ultimately, none of them
had won a major and thus a part of him could not believe that the
advice they were giving would make the difference. Even Corretja, a
player Andy respected and admired, had never managed to capture a
major from his two final appearances. 'How do you know?', always
seemed to be the unspoken question.
Lendl, however, HAD
also been in a similar situation in his own career, losing the first
four slam finals he played back in the 80s. He then turned it around
and went on to win 8 majors. Here was an authentic voice of
experience that could help Murray get over that final hurdle, as he
himself had once done.
After a promising
start, with Andy pushing Djokovic to the brink in the 2012 Australian
Open SF, things seemed to stagnate a little, in spite of Lendl saying
it would take 6-9 months to show genuine results. Indeed, when Murray
lost in the first match at Queens to Nicolas Mahut, some commentators
(who rapidly changed their tune) were suggesting that the
Murray-Lendl partnership was doomed from the start and had a very
short shelf-life remaining.
Andy reacted as he
always had - put his head down and carried on working hard. He
strolled through the draw at Wimbledon, and, not finding a Rafa in
the SFs, was able to get past Tsonga in a nervy 4 sets and reach his
first final. Great Britain, already ramping up for a summer of
Olympic sporting madness, promptly went crazy. Andy put up a good
fight against Federer, showing at last some of his best tennis in a
slam final, winning the first set and staying very close in the
second. Then Roger stepped up, snatched the second set with some
superb tennis, the rains came, the roof closed, and the rest is
history.
'I'm getting closer,'
sniffled Andy as he tearfully thanked his box, the crowd and the
country for the support. The words, at the time seen almost as a
plea for people to keep the faith with him, would in retrospect seem
to be prophetic.
Forced to recover
quickly from what Andy described as the most difficult loss of his
career, Andy had no time to wallow if he wanted to do come back to
the same location and play well at a tournament he really cared about
- the Olympic Games. Held in London for the first time since 1948,
with the tennis played at a Wimbledon decked out in pink, the
country, and Andy, wanted to seize this historic opportunity to do
well on home soil. His previous Olympic experience in Beijing was a
bitter memory for him - arriving late from winning Cincinnati in
brutal conditions and then standing for hours on a humid day for the
opening ceremony, Andy was dehydrated and had lost kilos of muscle
mass from skipping meals. The result was a dreadful performance in
his opening match to Yen-Hsun Lu, losing in straight sets, and then
another rapid loss in the doubles. It was a wretched tournament and
one Andy was desperate not to repeat.
In the event, Andy,
riding a wave of patriotic fervour, and feeling inspired himself by
the Team GB performances on the athletics field, progressed smoothly
through the draw, dismissed Djokovic in the SF in straight sets, and
played a match of poise, control and maturity to dish out a straights
defeat to his Wimbledon bogeyman Federer in the Gold Medal Match.
Andy was Olympic champion. While not a major, it was a huge deal for
him and for his fellow players, and it proved to add a vital patch to
Andy's leaky roof of self-belief in the toughest weather.
Rolling up at the US
Open, a little under-done on hardcourts due to his punishing early
summer, Andy wasn't looking in the best shape. He seemed to be
struggling with the humidity in his day matches, and stumbled through
to the second week courtesy of some very up and down performances and
at least one helpful choke on the other side of the net. Still, he
was battling hard, and finding a way through, persevering you might
say, and this quality proved extremely helpful in the semi-final.
Played in a howling gale, patience was the key. Berdych ultimately
lost patience with the way the ball kept moving around erratically,
while Andy adjusted, and persevered, and adjusted. He prevailed in
4, and all he needed to do to win his first major was to beat the
world #1, Novak Djokovic, the guy whose career path he had once
tracked so closely, before 2007 and the spring of divergence.
We all know how that
went down. Murray battled to a two sets to love lead, was pegged back
double quick, but after a bathroom break and a stern talking to, Andy
took Djokovic's legs from under him, took the title and lifted it
above his head. Finally Andy had a Grand Slam title.
Here in the UK, the
achievement was noted and celebrated, but if anything, this increased
the pressure on Andy. He's good on grass, the reasoning went, and now
he has a major. Surely, now, at last, he can win Wimbledon?
The omens going in were
mixed. Having lost the Australian Open final to...Novak Djokovic,
Andy had a solid US spring season, with a QF in Indian Wells and then
winning Miami, beating Ferrer in the final in a gruelling encounter.
Then during the clay season, indifferent results were followed by a
back injury-related withdrawal from Rome, and the difficult decision
was made to skip Roland Garros too.
This was a difficult
decision for Andy, as he loves to compete for majors, and his
ambition is not lessened by the knowledge that red clay is beneath
his Barricades. Still, the medical advice was clear, and the gamble
was that missing the clay, and getting some extra time on the grass,
would help with the assault on the ultimate prize - Wimbledon.
Andy made his return at
Queens, and though both Tsonga and Cilic proved a handful in the
final two rounds, Andy lifted the title for the third time, and went
into Wimbledon on an 11 match winning streak on grass, feeling
physically good, and as mentally ready as he ever had been.
Landing in the same
half as Federer and Nadal, Andy could expect a tough route to the
title, having to take on the winner of that QF, and then likely
Djokovic in the final. But the first job is to survive the first few
rounds, and as both Federer and Nadal found, you can't take that for
granted. Andy kept his head down, focused hard, and made his first
several matches seem pretty easy, as all around him names fell or
withdrew. Federer, Nadal, Tsonga and other threats all were cleared
out of the draw in a week of shocks, and Andy found himself the heavy
favourite to make the final out of the bottom half. In the event,
the unlikely figure of Fernando Verdasco pushed Andy to the brink of
the defeat in the QFs by playing his best tennis in 4 years. Andy
put his head down and survived the onslaught, and then battled past
the determined challenged of the equally surprising semi finalist
Jerzy Janowicz. Andy had booked his place into the final, and
admitted later that the pressure of being expected to get there
easily had weighed on him a few times.
Djokovic, as a former
winner of Wimbledon, went into the title match as slight favourite,
but grass was probably his weakest surface, while it was arguable
Andy's best, the home crowd would bring pressure to Andy but also
massive support, and while Murray's SF was tough, Djokovic had had to
squeak past the almost superhuman challenge imposed by the towering
figure of Juan Martin Del Potro, and needed nearly 5 hours to do so.
The match was pretty evenly poised.
In the event, the
temperature was high, the rallies were long and brutal, but the
stronger of the two was Murray. In a match that ebbed and flowed,
rose and fell in quality, and demanded huge patience to watch as well
as to play, Murray just managed to handle the big situations that bit
better. He took the first set after a tense battle, but promptly
fell behind in the second by a break. Andy did what he is so used
to, and has become so good at - persevering. He stuck his head back
down and re-focused on the task. He got back to work, recovered the
break, and then broke again to take a 2 set lead. He broke at the
start of the third, and looked to be coasting home against a wilting
Djokovic - until it flipped once again. Djokovic took 4 games in a
row to lead by a break, and a fourth set seemed imminent. Yet again,
Murray, in spite of his frustrations, persevered, re-applied himself
to the job, and recovered the break. He broke again and found
himself serving to end that hideously irritating losing streak that
British players have been beaten over the head with for decades.
Quickly 40-0 up, the job looked done, but even now Djokovic refused
to let it go so lightly, and reeled off four points to get to break
point.
The danger was clear.
Murray was looking weary in the brutal heat, and had let 3 match
points slip, the pressure of the moment undoubtedly telling. If
Djokovic could get it back to 5-5, all bets were off. The likelihood
had to be that Djokovic would capitalise and win the third set - and
then could Murray recover physically and mentally to put himself in
that position again? Though still technically in the driving seat,
the pain of missing that moment could have been too much of a mental
load for Murray to shake off. It was all to play for.
Murray was working on
instinct, concentrating on every ball, trying to shut out any
extraneous noise from within and without. He and Djokovic traded
back and forth, working the ball around all areas of the court, but
neither could claim the run of points they needed. Once, twice,
three time, Djokovic got to break point, only for Murray to find the
right play to pull it back to deuce. One Murray shot clipped the
back of the baseline on the break point - had it sailed just a couple
of millimetres longer, the course of British tennis history could
look very different right now. Instead, Murray persevered, pulled it
back to deuce, battled to his fourth match point, and stood tall on
the baseline. Slingshotting a huge serve out wide, Djokovic could
only parry it back deep, and Murray took a big cut at his forehand
into Djokovic's backhand corner. Djokovic attempted to slap the ball
away down the line, but it instead crashed into the net 3/4 of the
way up, and died on the court on his side. The crowd, already
struggling to contain itself throughout the last epic game, went into
raptures. Murray spent the first couple of minutes as Wimbledon
champion almost wandering around in disbelief, as he celebrated up at
the assembled press, shared a hug with the gallant and gracious
Djokovic, shook the umpire's hand, and crumpled to the court.
Eventually he gathered enough wits about him to sit down, and
belatedly decided to go up to his player's box to share a touching
moment with the people who mattered - and helped - the most.
Unlike at the US Open,
where the overriding emotion Andy clearly felt was relief and
capturing one major, ANY major, this time Andy was - in shock, yes -
but clearly overjoyed at what this meant to him, his team, his fans,
the crowd, and the British sporting world at large.
Right now, Andy sits at
#2 in the ATP rankings, behind Djokovic, and when it comes to future
majors away from clay in the next couple of years, conversations will
start with these two. Nadal is still clearly a factor, although how
much remains unclear, and Federer's powers, while on the wane, do not
ever deserve to be written off - he's been discounted too many times
already. However, having battled 3 of the last 4 major finals,
there's a new rivalry at the top of men's tennis at the moment, and
that is Novak Djokovic and Andy Murray.
In 2007 their career
paths diverged sharply, due to Murray's injury, but perhaps also due
to differences in maturity, temperament, and self-belief. There was
nothing inevitable about Andy recovering that lost ground, and
finally lifting majors - tennis history is littered with names of
very good players who, in majors terms, ended up also-rans. What
made Andy ultimately overcome that hurdle, not to mention the very
real pressure of British tennis history, was his abilities, but also
his willingness to work as hard as he possibly could, and leave no
stone unturned in pursuit of his goals. Novak made his rise to the
top look pretty effortless, although it was of course anything but.
For Andy, the rise has been a longer, harder road, but it remains a
triumph of hard work, dedication, a continual process of
self-improvement, and above all perseverance. If Andy's career
stands for anything, it is that triumph of perseverance over all
doubt and all doubters, and for that triumph he deserves every ounce
of respect that comes his way - he has earned it the hardest way.