We have come to expect everything from a match between Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal—everything, that is, except that it would happen. Coming into the Australian Open, they had met thirty-four times. No one had reason to suspect that there would be a thirty-fifth in Melbourne. When it came, early Sunday morning, it seemed like more than the final of a tennis tournament. People talked about it as if it were a restoration. It was a reason for joy in the midst of dark times, a reason to wake up in the middle of the night and cheer.
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Published on January 30, 2017 09:03