Roger

The echo of racket on ball,

Propelled through the air

Over net and across grass.

So graceful and precise

That it makes the impossible

Seem casual

A cross-court forehand

A backhand down the line

Brown hair flapping over a white Nike headband

Novak

Beads of sweat are swept away

With the swipe of a towel

He takes his place,

Bouncing the ball,

Repeatedly,

Incessantly,

Before launching it skywards and

Leaning back into a powerful serve.

His eyes betray nothing but a steely determination

He is never beaten, never out.

He will take the best you have to offer and

Send it back

Unplayable.