Thoughts about Tennis Tradition...

[julian1]

The racket of Federer

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.



Stotty, Stotty...my boy, my friend. Oh please be so careful when throwing around comparisons like this. There is no solid ground for comparison. That was then and this is now. A different era...a different time...a different game altogether. You can hand it to the Spaniard if you want...he doesn't amuse me nor am I entertained by him. To me he is sort of a hallucination. An apparition. With him there is a huge question looming over his head and the question is...Steroids? PED's? Gamesmanship? You can probably lump them all in that question nowadays...such are the times. It's not only virtual reality...guess what? It's virtual morality time! Our sense of right and wrong has been significantly warped or altered by cyber space...a separate reality. Somehow the images on our television sets or in our computers are larger than life. It's beyond warped.



Well that is not going to happen sadly enough. Yes, it's true...I long for those days, even before Edberg's time. He too, was a product of the new game. But McEnroe...he was the real thing. He and Borg dueling in the twilight of yesterday. Those two characters juxtaposed against each other on the stage of the tennis court. Never again. In the twilight of classic traditional tennis. That was the last of it. Real tennis. The wooden Wilson Jack Kramer Pro Staff vs. the Donnay's of Borg. Real live wood taken from the forest. Wood that was alive for years...for centuries, forever. Wood that lived in the forest and heard the birds sing, felt the squirrels and their little paws scrambling over their branches. Don't wake me now. What are all of these things in our memories? I am hallucinating...I was just out in the forest myself listening to those same birds. Looking for squirrels. Remembering those days when I had the legs of a stallion and I wasn't afraid of anyone on the other side of the net. After all we were both playing with the same stick of wood...from the same type of forest. Maybe that is why it makes me sad when they are cutting down the trees.

Slowly it fades into the past. Another Nadal and Djokovic final in a tennis Grand Slam event. Played with oversized, state of the art graphite...with strings that apply so much spin to the ball on courts that are designed to receive that spin...which alters the technique of the champion, which alters the tactics of the game. Voila...presto magic. There you have it. Modern tennis. In all of it's shock and awe glory.

You are in awe of Nadal and Djokovic? I am not. I am still in awe of Gonzales, of Budge and McEnroe. Guys of that ilk. Life is like tennis I guess. Perhaps a little metaphorically speaking. Out with the old and in with the new. It's a cycle it seems. That apparently leads to nowhere in particular...like a squirrel chasing it's tail. Certainly I can admire the athleticism...come on now. I have seen it all. My father used to take me to Tiger Stadium and we would arrive at the park early sitting in the right field upper deck, just to watch Al Kaline throw strikes to the catcher from the outfield in pregame practice. That guy had a rifle for an arm. Today you have ARod, Maguire and Roger Clemons. Million dollar babies. Kaline refused to sign a contract with the Tigers in 1969 for a 100,000 dollars because he did not want to have his teammates resenting him, or upstage his manager. Such were the days when sports were about tradition, trust, loyalty and dedication to things bigger than the individual. Not just the almighty dollar.

Roger Federer is a product of the modern era make no mistake about it. He is a million dollar baby too. So far removed from the reality of "normal" life that if somehow he was plunged into it all of a sudden he might feel that he was drowning without all of his fame and fortune to keep him afloat. One ironic thing about Federer is that he is a victim of the whole charade as well. A lot of the most recent engineering took place on his watch. To his credit he adapted to a point. But in his own way he is stuck in the past. He plays with a tennis racquet that is ten percent smaller that his three closest rivals. Do you have a clear idea what the ten percent means over the course of a tennis match? Ten percent in the hands of trained professionals? In a game where you have "Hawkeye" settling disputes that are mere fractions of millimeters? The only thing that I find in him to be so wonderful...is the last remaining remnant of the game that I used to play and passionately loved. You should of seen me back then...willing to kill the intruders and impostors with their shiny huge Prince Graphites. The nitwits. The useless pawns. I hated them. Still do...sort of. One of my feet is planted in reality, I know what the score is. The other one is firmly planted in my dreams...my memories. I knew Don Budge you know. It was such an honor to know that man. I practiced with him back in 1973, I was an eighteen year old kid and only a counselor at his tennis camp, helping him get ready for the Senior Doubles at Wimbledon. He won you know. He and Vic Seixas beat Jaroslav Drobny, the left handed Czech and the Swedish Lennart Bergelin, Borg's old coach in the finals. I have my little place in tennis history...like all of us. But it's only human nature...to try and get a leg up. Call it cheating or hedging a bet. What ever...today anything goes as long as you can get away with it. It is what it is. Human nature that is. Old time tennis etiquette foreboded it. Budge would never of taken unfair advantage of his opponent...he with the long trousers with the shirt tail always meticulously tucked in. How is that physically possible? Is it possible that he was so in control, so smooth...so utterly cool? He was...I knew him up close and personal, in the flesh and not just as an electronic image on the idiot box or from you tube.

It's futile you know. I know it too. I am only Don Quixote waving my trusty old sword at the tsunami of progress. But just remember...with new technology, with every new invention, with the new way comes a curse. We can see it in our lives. In the people around us. In the world at large. It's always been like this I am told the only difference is that nowadays it is happening at an unprecedented speed. The rate of change is unprecedented and the odd thing is the younger ones have nothing to compare it to. Sadly...we see it in our children. Sadly...we see it in our treasured and beloved game of tennis. Recently...I saw something that made me think. It was a man who was so injured doing the thing that he loved best that he would not be able to participate in that activity any longer and when asked what he was going to do he replied from his hospital bed, gazing at the comely nurse who was tending to him with an extra bit of compassion as she was smitten..."I am going to find something that I love more than that". She smiled back at him.

What a champion! In the Game of Life! What will we do when the last remaining remnant of tradition is gone?

Just for the record
Wilson offered to Roger on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS frames much larger
than the current one.
He refused EVERY SINGLE saying that he does NOT have enough time
to switch
I am NOT sure whether the name Don Quixote applies only to you

[don_budge]

Hmmm...Squirrels and things.

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

You have to hand it to the Spaniard - he's a great match player. He's phenomenal on the big points. He's up there with Pancho Gonzales and Borg as a match player.

Stotty, Stotty...my boy, my friend. Oh please be so careful when throwing around comparisons like this. There is no solid ground for comparison. That was then and this is now. A different era...a different time...a different game altogether. You can hand it to the Spaniard if you want...he doesn't amuse me nor am I entertained by him. To me he is sort of a hallucination. An apparition. With him there is a huge question looming over his head and the question is...Steroids? PED's? Gamesmanship? You can probably lump them all in that question nowadays...such are the times. It's not only virtual reality...guess what? It's virtual morality time! Our sense of right and wrong has been significantly warped or altered by cyber space...a separate reality. Somehow the images on our television sets or in our computers are larger than life. It's beyond warped.

We need another Mac or Edberg to come along.

Well that is not going to happen sadly enough. Yes, it's true...I long for those days, even before Edberg's time. He too, was a product of the new game. But McEnroe...he was the real thing. He and Borg dueling in the twilight of yesterday. Those two characters juxtaposed against each other on the stage of the tennis court. Never again. In the twilight of classic traditional tennis. That was the last of it. Real tennis. The wooden Wilson Jack Kramer Pro Staff vs. the Donnay's of Borg. Real live wood taken from the forest. Wood that was alive for years...for centuries, forever. Wood that lived in the forest and heard the birds sing, felt the squirrels and their little paws scrambling over their branches. Don't wake me now. What are all of these things in our memories? I am hallucinating...I was just out in the forest myself listening to those same birds. Looking for squirrels. Remembering those days when I had the legs of a stallion and I wasn't afraid of anyone on the other side of the net. After all we were both playing with the same stick of wood...from the same type of forest. Maybe that is why it makes me sad when they are cutting down the trees.

Slowly it fades into the past. Another Nadal and Djokovic final in a tennis Grand Slam event. Played with oversized, state of the art graphite...with strings that apply so much spin to the ball on courts that are designed to receive that spin...which alters the technique of the champion, which alters the tactics of the game. Voila...presto magic. There you have it. Modern tennis. In all of it's shock and awe glory.

You are in awe of Nadal and Djokovic? I am not. I am still in awe of Gonzales, of Budge and McEnroe. Guys of that ilk. Life is like tennis I guess. Perhaps a little metaphorically speaking. Out with the old and in with the new. It's a cycle it seems. That apparently leads to nowhere in particular...like a squirrel chasing it's tail. Certainly I can admire the athleticism...come on now. I have seen it all. My father used to take me to Tiger Stadium and we would arrive at the park early sitting in the right field upper deck, just to watch Al Kaline throw strikes to the catcher from the outfield in pregame practice. That guy had a rifle for an arm. Today you have ARod, Maguire and Roger Clemons. Million dollar babies. Kaline refused to sign a contract with the Tigers in 1969 for a 100,000 dollars because he did not want to have his teammates resenting him, or upstage his manager. Such were the days when sports were about tradition, trust, loyalty and dedication to things bigger than the individual. Not just the almighty dollar.

Roger Federer is a product of the modern era make no mistake about it. He is a million dollar baby too. So far removed from the reality of "normal" life that if somehow he was plunged into it all of a sudden he might feel that he was drowning without all of his fame and fortune to keep him afloat. One ironic thing about Federer is that he is a victim of the whole charade as well. A lot of the most recent engineering took place on his watch. To his credit he adapted to a point. But in his own way he is stuck in the past. He plays with a tennis racquet that is ten percent smaller that his three closest rivals. Do you have a clear idea what the ten percent means over the course of a tennis match? Ten percent in the hands of trained professionals? In a game where you have "Hawkeye" settling disputes that are mere fractions of millimeters? The only thing that I find in him to be so wonderful...is the last remaining remnant of the game that I used to play and passionately loved. You should of seen me back then...willing to kill the intruders and impostors with their shiny huge Prince Graphites. The nitwits. The useless pawns. I hated them. Still do...sort of. One of my feet is planted in reality, I know what the score is. The other one is firmly planted in my dreams...my memories. I knew Don Budge you know. It was such an honor to know that man. I practiced with him back in 1973, I was an eighteen year old kid and only a counselor at his tennis camp, helping him get ready for the Senior Doubles at Wimbledon. He won you know. He and Vic Seixas beat Jaroslav Drobny, the left handed Czech and the Swedish Lennart Bergelin, Borg's old coach in the finals. I have my little place in tennis history...like all of us. But it's only human nature...to try and get a leg up. Call it cheating or hedging a bet. What ever...today anything goes as long as you can get away with it. It is what it is. Human nature that is. Old time tennis etiquette foreboded it. Budge would never of taken unfair advantage of his opponent...he with the long trousers with the shirt tail always meticulously tucked in. How is that physically possible? Is it possible that he was so in control, so smooth...so utterly cool? He was...I knew him up close and personal, in the flesh and not just as an electronic image on the idiot box or from you tube.

It's futile you know. I know it too. I am only Don Quixote waving my trusty old sword at the tsunami of progress. But just remember...with new technology, with every new invention, with the new way comes a curse. We can see it in our lives. In the people around us. In the world at large. It's always been like this I am told the only difference is that nowadays it is happening at an unprecedented speed. The rate of change is unprecedented and the odd thing is the younger ones have nothing to compare it to. Sadly...we see it in our children. Sadly...we see it in our treasured and beloved game of tennis. Recently...I saw something that made me think. It was a man who was so injured doing the thing that he loved best that he would not be able to participate in that activity any longer and when asked what he was going to do he replied from his hospital bed, gazing at the comely nurse who was tending to him with an extra bit of compassion as she was smitten..."I am going to find something that I love more than that". She smiled back at him.

What a champion! In the Game of Life! What will we do when the last remaining remnant of tradition is gone?

[bottle]

~

I don't know much about drugs except for all the hippie-dippie freaks in Eastport and then my Hungarian friends two or three decades later. Saw a person or two in Winston-Salem very damaged from over-the-counter stuff. Oxy..., oxy... can someone fill in the rest of the syllables? I think you'd die within six minutes if you took any kind of drugs and then tried to row a crew race.

[stotty]

A friend of mine who is a a cycling coach and also a good tennis player thinks the benefits of drug taking in tennis are really quite small and not worth the risk.

Cycling is relentless, a drone, you peddle, peddle, peddle as fast as you can for as long as you can. It's all physical, so if you can be fitter and stronger than other cyclists the benefits are huge...the lure of drugs is enticing. Athletics is much the same.

Tennis is stop and start stuff. There is rest between rallies and changeovers. Because of this you can get as fit as you need to be without having to cheat. You can get naturally fit enough to be able to recuperate from even the most energetic rallies, then start again 20 seconds later...or 30 seconds if you are Nadal.

That said, nature is far from fair. Gilles Simon weighs just 70 kilos and is built like spaghetti, Tsonga is 91 kilos and built like an ox. Is that fair? You tell me...

[don_budge]

Tommy...The Who

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

"Speaking the truth in times of mass deception is in itself a revolutionary act."-George Orwell

WARNING: Truth Zone Ahead

Thank you Tommy of TPAtennis for having the guts to engage in this story.

So I ask you...all of you. Is this what we are passing down to the next generation? To "G", westcoast777, drichards, The Wolfpack in Norfolk, and all of the rest?

Yannick Noah is a hero in my book. He has put himself in the crosshairs now and soon he will be a candidate for the cross itself. He loves the game of tennis with all of his heart and soul. He has "Don Quixote" in his genes...in his DNA. You cannot buy that. Ironically, that is his crime. I confess...I am a co-conspirator. I love the game with all of my heart. Don Budge, Sherm Collins and my father passed that along to me...if nothing else. Noah's conscience will not allow him to embody the cheating that is taking place. He is not specifically calling out the Spanish, although they certainly have drawn a lot of attention to themselves. Yannick's own countrymen Tsonga and Monfils are prime suspects as well...in fact, at this point no one is above suspicion. Between the equipment, the betting and the drugs...tennis has very little credibility to those that attempt to discern beyond the story being dished up by the mainstream media and the rest of the politically correct pack.

I wonder how he felt about the Prince racquet back in 1980? The way that the tennis establishment handles this tough little bit of information and the way that the tennis community goes along with it is a prime example as to how the soul of tennis was sold down the river some thirty years ago. Nobody made a peep. The sheople did not stir.

Beware the WMD...weapon of mass deception.

If you wish to enhance your "metabolism" even further...throw some of these ingredients into you pie. To say that you have no evidence is like claiming that you cannot read, you cannot see or it is basically saying that you just don't care about the truth and do not wish to discuss it. Well, I can understand that...if I was in your position. I wonder what Wilander would say. This is the sort of atmosphere that allowed Richard Gonzales, he with the Aztec face, to be abused for so many years. You will never know the hurt he suffered. The information circus. People turn their back on the truth if it doesn't fit into their comfort zone. And that's the truth! About tennis...about drugs...about people...about war...about race relations...about Thanksgiving Day... about all of those subjects that are so difficult to discuss because they are so damn sensitive. What we won't do for a good nights sleep...to ease ourselves down into our own little cozy "Journey to the End of the Night", Ferdinand Cèline style. Conspiracy theories my butt.

I have no idea what the answer to all of this is. Baseball went through an agonizing scrutinization of the sport some years back and the revelations will certainly put a taint on that sport forever. I cannot imagine that the sport is any cleaner now...they just get better at cheating. It's the nature of the beast. Is that why we don't talk about these things? Because of the taint? bottle...can you help me out here? tennis_chiro? liscensedcoach? johnyandell? Anyone? Dear Lord...

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B. Endogenous Anabolic Androgenic Steroids (AAS):
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[don_budge]

Great Motion...tennis_chiro in action!

Don's Serve 1985

http://www.youtube.com/user/GlobalTennisDC#p/u/5/Tmoqsgiag3g

Just two things...Don, what kind of racquet it that?

Notice the comments by Naburg...I get a dishonorable mention. I never could figure out what Naburg was talking about...never a clue. Never once offered any constructive advise. Not once.

What a superb service motion! You may as well see the rest of the point played out to give you some indication about the man...and the legend.

http://www.youtube.com/user/GlobalTennisDC#p/u/26/xv6cdI6-QtY

[don_budge]

Timing is everything....

Unbelievable...Justin Verlander just announced as the Cy Young Award winner. Another strike for Detroit tennis...I mean baseball!


http://www.freep.com/article/20111115/SPORTS02/111115044/Tigers-Verlander-unanimous-pick-Cy-Young?odyssey=tab|topnews|text|FRONTPAGE

[don_budge]

Dear bottle...Take me out to the Ballgame.

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

Dear bottle...

Do I really think that will happen for me? No. But we here in the U.S. have the example of big league pitching in baseball, so similar to great serving in tennis.

And each pitcher has a hundred tics. Steal the right one and...

Your comments in Stotty's "Let's develop a Serve" have been particularly searing lately. Searing as in producing the white light that is inspiration. I wrote a post some weeks back that I believe I posted briefly but then took back...somehow I didn't feel that tennisplayer.net was ready for it. Be that as it may...I wish that I had the original newspaper article from the Detroit Free Press, but here are my comments anyways...comments from the original article are bolded and italicized.



I ran across this article about Justin Verlander who is a pitcher for the Detroit Tigers. When I was growing up I wanted to be a baseball player because my father was at one point a professional baseball player in the Tiger farm system. One of the positions that I played the most was a pitcher. Having this background in throwing a ball and learning to pitch to different batters helped me to develop as a server in the game of tennis. Some of the comments are particularly insightful if you can understand what they mean if they are interpreted into the domain of tennis.

Verlander was not at his best Thursday. It didn't matter. His off nights are better than most guys' best now.

Great servers can on an off day produce enough good stuff to hold their serves.

He throws a fastball, curveball, slider and change-up, and he makes opposing hitters so miserable that he might as well throw an ax, a dart, an anvil and an alimony lawsuit at them.

Great servers have a variety of spins, speeds and locations to keep the receiver guessing and off balance.

He has taken the leap to dominance this year, and he has done it because he no longer worries about being dominant.

Great servers have a confidence about their serves and just as this comment suggests, their dominance gets better as they let go of the feeling that they must be dominant. More importantly they possess great patience.

Verlander struck out 10 Mariners on Thursday, but he didn't give you the sense that he was trying to strike them out. In the seventh and eighth innings, when he notched strikeouts No. 9 and No. 10, he looked "effortless," Leyland said.

“Effortless” is a key aspect of the great server’s motion and general overall attitude. The motion is so good it gets better when less muscle is applied to get in the way of its fluidity.

Verlander always has believed, instinctively, in his own greatness. His preparation is bar none.

Practice and hard work is of course a primary ingredient to great serving and the idea of preparation cannot be over developed.

This almost got in the way for a while. Verlander would get too amped up and try to strike everybody out, especially if he got in trouble.

Trying to hard is counter productive and learning to relax when you are behind 0-30 or 15-40 and consistently producing great service is a hallmark of the great server.

Against Seattle, Verlander was not at his best early. Avila said he focused on "scaling back, being able to locate."

Knowing when you don’t have the “big Boomer” and learning to win service guile is another indication of the great server. Patience...once again.

Verlander famously throws hardest late in games, and Avila pointed out that he does it without getting wild. Fatigue does not seem to affect him.

Great servers have a tendency to get better as a match wears on. This was even more important before the invention of the tie break.

And now that Verlander is pitching as well as he always thought he would, he has a controlled confidence that makes him downright scary.

Great servers know that they are going to hold serve...they expect to. This puts additional pressure on the opponent to hold their own serve.

Technique is or course a huge part of the overall serving equation...without a perfect and repeating motion it is impossible to sustain the type of control that is necessary to dominate your service game. Complete confidence in your technique allows one to implement tactics that will consistently prove to be winning strategies. Domination of the service game brings a lot of confidence to the rest of a tennis players game and all of the different facets tend to get even better.

[don_budge]

Ken Rosewall...offensive vs. defensive footwork

You do realize that Rosewall's nickname came like so many other Aussie nickname's with the characteristic Aussie humor, probably from Hopmann.

...is a vital part of Muscles' effortless power. It comes from hips as much as shoulders, but the shoulders and head are very still through the contact zone and a little beyond. That was part of his unparalleled accuracy with that shot.
don

Oh really...I thought the nickname was actually "Mussels" and he got it from Hopman after an episode of gastric-intestinal food poisoning as a result of eating some tainted seafood. Just kidding...you are correct as usual, Sir Tennis_Chiro.

Your comment about the shoulder turn and the hips is so illuminating...let's take it just a step further. Let's talk about feet. The swings that are presented as evidence by Cruz and Waltke are two very different swings...as you can see from the footwork.

http://www.tenniscruz.com/content/view/27/27/

Cruz is presenting a swing that is a virtual match to your description of the shoulder turn. Notice the position of the feet...front foot mere inches in front of the rear...Muscles has lined up this shot and played it with less spin, probably deep into one of the corners and clearly it is a subtly more offensive shot that is designed to knock his opponent off balance and set him up for further havoc.

http://www.tennisplayer.net/members/classiclessons/trey_waltke/the_slice_backhand/the_slice_backhand.html

Waltke has presented a more defensive shot...played with more spin as evidenced in the manner that Kenny is following through with the face of the racquet and notice the position of the feet and the path of the shoulders. Seeing that he probably had less time to set up, his feet are in less than optimal position as his front foot is significantly forward of his rear foot, therefore his racquet path and shoulder turn are noticeably different than the Cruz sequence. This shot could also be designed to create further havoc to his opponents next shot...thus the strength of the Ken Rosewall backhand. Deception from defensive positions as well as "unparalleled" accuracy. Notice how he swings his back foot into alignment after his shot...this is an integral part of the aiming process even though the shot has already been struck...it's an afterthought.

“Ken has shucked left hand down wooden racket shaft toward right to fulcrum for the teeter-totter”-bottle...hmmm, very interesting tennis speak.

[don_budge]

Thanks John...great to hear that coming from you!

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

It's so great. But it has to be read out loud.

That whole map thing has come to fruition...I couldn't of said it better myself. But I guess that I did say it, didn't I? This business about the underspin off the forehand side is next. Approach shots, volleys, lobs and drop shots. Touch. He has the foundation but we are talking the pursuit of perfection here. Pure underspin off the forehand side. It will be a nice complement to his drive forehand...he pounds it flat and with spin. A little more complicated than the backhand side. Coaches? Ideas?

Thanks tennis_chiro, aka The Donald. Like chuck62...I think you are awesome. You're right...the direction to start looking for this little pearl is in Jack Kramer's era. Those names that you mentioned all possessed this shot...they were all products of the Kramer era. I guess all that I have to do is stick with the model here...Richard Gonzales. Come to think of it...why not Gonzalian or would it be Gonzales-esque? He had this shot. What do you say, tennis_chiro? How about it bottle...my fellow "nutcase"? Stotty? worldsbestcoach? tpatennis? 10splayer? johnyandell? Can you guys help me paint a picture here...for underspin off the forehand? The wrist and the position of the shoulder makes this shot a bit dicey, don't you think?

So now the kid...young Gustaf has developed for himself a dandy of an underspin backhand. It's definitely Rosewalian. He's rolling it and driving it, too. Thumb up the handle, it's Budge-esque. I wanted him to develop the underspin first but he chose to take on the overspin himself. So be it. I like that about him. He's already the Captain of his ship. Plus he is really fast...and strong. He's perfect sized for a tennis player. Extremely intelligent. Very quiet. There's nowhere for me to go now...no weak link in his chain that I can exploit. The service motion just recently smoothed out the last little quirk...the little hitch at the top finally seems to have disappeared. Soon it will be kick serves. With Stan Smith tactics. Two more years and he is kicking some serious butt...if he sticks with it. We're not done yet.

Speaking of being the Captain of his ship. My partner at the club left to pursue a career in real estate. Great guy...his leaving created a void, which of course creates an opportunity at the same time. Gustaf's two practice partners, Olof and Philip, also left as they are graduated from school and have both moved on to pursue other things. This left Gustaf with a decision to make...he could of gone over to the rival club which has twice the number of courts. Moved on to greener pastures. But he decided to stick with me so he becomes a coach himself. Now I am training him how to teach as well. Plus he becomes the role model for the program. This is how it's done. It's Hopmanesque.

At this point I have let go of the reins. When he decided it was going to be topspin off the backhand first...I got out of his way. But of course I never let up on insisting that the underspin was the key to the whole shebang. I am still the voice in his ear...Merlin wizard style. Of course, I was right too. No brainer. I had a talk with his parents some months not so long ago. I told them that Gustaf is a different animal now. No longer a boy...he is a young man.

Recently he has confided in me that he has a bit of a girlfriend. No wonder he has been looking off in the distance a bit lately. A little dreamy. He's growing up. My next talk to him will not be necessarily about tennis...but about being a hero. If he is a bit "in love" now, he will begin to understand a couple of other things...about life. About tennis. About how it is all connected...by the three dots, Ferdinand Céline style.

[bottle]

~

It's so great. But it has to be read out loud.

[don_budge]

Summary...continued

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.


Summary


In Bill Tilden’s writings he maintains that it takes one year to learn to play the game of tennis, five years to make a tennis player and ten years to make a champion. That being said, we can safely say that Gustav has learned to play the game of tennis.

In the one year that we have worked together we have in my opinion laid a sound foundation from which to build and train a tennis player. With heavy emphasis on technique in our first year it is now within our scope to begin to tackle the problems involved in creating and executing tactics against different opponents. The second year of this program will continue to emphasis technique but always with keeping in mind that there is a much larger problem to be solved and that is of course…how to win tennis matches. If he continues to progress at the same rate as the first year it would appear that he should be challenging all of the players that he has played this year for the last and most precious point in a tennis match…the match point. By the end of the second year this should be a reasonable goal but by no means is there any rule that says that it could not be accomplished earlier.

Patience is still a very large part of the lesson to be learned in all of this business of learning to play the game of tennis. One must have the patience to meticulously lay the technical foundation of all the shots in the game as well as having the patience to play each and every point with sound winning tactical strategy and energy. These things take time and it is important to not get ahead of ones self. While it would be nice to see the victories and trophies come rolling in right away it is more prudent to develop the sound foundation, mental mind set and the player’s confidence in order that bigger and more prestigious titles are contested for in the future.

Competition and preparation for competition are huge factors in the development of a tennis player. It is important to compete in order to know where one stands in the world of tennis competition. At this point in Gustav’s development it is not the end of the world to lose a tennis match. What is important now is to begin to analyze the reasons for success and failure.

One extraordinary aspect of the game of tennis is the rich history that is so much a part of the game. I think that for any serious tennis player part of the education process is to become a serious student of the game. By doing so a complete perspective of the game is attained. Not just a superficial knowledge of the latest fads and latest heroes. In doing so hopefully the student of the game learns that he can borrow ideas and technique from players as far back as the history of tennis reaches to become a more complete player.

With this in mind…if I was a young player today I would look to fashion myself after a number of players in the past and only one of the present. My collage of players may look something like this.

From the present there is only one player, Roger Federer, who is of any interest to me. He is already a part of tennis history based on his number of Grand Slam victories. His technique in every aspect of his game is sound and worthy of serious consideration. The tactics, courage and sportsmanship that he exemplifies are certainly role model quality as well.

When contemplating the past a whole world of tennis possibilities opens up for the aspiring tennis player and it may look something like this. From Bill Tilden we can accept anything he has written as sound fundamentals for technique and tactics. He is the most astute author on the game to ever write on the subject. Pancho Gonzales, the great American champion, could very well be the standard to aspire to with regard to overall style and match play competitiveness. Many of the great players consider him to be the best of all time. Many have said that if there was one match played that your life depended upon they should want that Gonzales was playing for it. Don Budge is the standard of all standards when it comes to driving off the backhand side. For years his backhand was regarded as the greatest shot of all time. At the same time we may attempt to incorporate the great Australian Ken Rosewall into the backhand in terms of applying under-spin for attack and defense. When looking for players to emulate with regard to the serve and volley game Pete Sampras and John McEnroe come to mind. With regard to Swedish tennis there is only one player to consider and of course this is the legend Bjorn Borg. His footwork, sportsmanship, stubbornness and courage rank right at the top with all of the great players. If we were to choose what kind of program we would like to borrow from, imitate and develop the great Australian coach Harry Hopmans legacy would have to rank on top of the list.

So there you have it, some food for thought for year number two. These are my ideas but the real decision about what will be accomplished is up to the player. Tennis is the sport of all sports when it comes to training an individual to make decisions and only golf can compare in this regard. From this point on the responsibility falls more and more upon your shoulders to decide where the road will take you. My job is to guide you.

The following are lines from the poem…If…by Rudyard Kipling and they are overhead of the entrance to Wimbledon I am told. They must be there for a reason. I believe it is because they speak of the tennis champions heart and his soul…his Courage.

IF YOU CAN MEET WITH TRIUMPH AND DISASTER
AND TREAT THOSE TWO IMPOSTERS JUST THE SAME…


The rest of the poem is below.

If…

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise…

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tool


If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them…Hold on!

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.
And- which is more-you will be a Man, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling

[don_budge]

Analysis of Gustaf's game...plus a map of the way forward.

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

Analysis written for my protege...


January 1, 2010

Analysis of Gustav Adolfssons tennis game after the completion of 1 year of training under the direction of Steve Navarro

First year goals and criteria of accomplishment

-Service…goal was to develop a classic motion with the elements of smoothness, completeness of backswing and the necessary rhythm to begin to serve with more versatility, spin and tactical method.
Mission accomplished with regard to service motion. Minor issues remaining with regard to backswing and rhythm that I believe are related to each other.

-Forehand…goal was to develop a forehand as a basis for the attack and aggressive element of the game.
Mission accomplished.

-Backhand…goals were unspecified in the beginning but eventually the decision was made to switch from a two hand backhand to a one hand backhand.
Mission accomplished.

Along with the specified goals stated above much was accomplished in the first year without specified goals. Much progress was made with regard to net game, approach game and the beginnings of a sound tactical game based on the foundation of sound stroke fundamentals.

Second year goals and analysis of present competence with potential for growth on a shot by shot basis

-Service…excellent beginning position, setup and preparation. Backswing tends to be a bit fast which inhibits a number of aspects of the swing that are important for the generation of effortless power, spin and placement. Overall goal for the second year is to arrive at a finished product of the service in terms of technique in order to develop a tactically efficient serve that is consistent, flexible and reliable under pressure. Completing and perfecting the necessary technique will enable the accomplishment of the ultimate goal which is the ability to consistently hold the service game under any conditions.

-Forehand groundstroke…excellent ability to produce a powerful stroke with minimum of spin from anywhere on the court. The potential for attack and aggression is always a threat on the forehand side of the court. The goal for the second year is to continue to develop the element of attack and at the same time develop a stroke that is more flexible tactically. To accomplish this the backswing will need to be modified to produce spin for more control and flexibility. With the ability to produce spin and flexible shots the ability to tactically neutralize and to play sound tactical defense the forehand becomes a much more sophisticated weapon.

-Forehand approach shot…a fairly new concept in the initial stage of development. This is an extremely important tactical shot that should be played a vast majority of the time down the line to the right handed opponent’s backhand. The goal for the second year is to develop a consistent forehand approach shot with under- spin, side-spin and top-spin. Along with the technique required to hit these shots the understanding of the necessity for tactical pressure on the opponent must be thoroughly developed.

-Forehand volley…without formally stating a goal in the first year this was an area of growth. The goal for the second year is to produce a consistent punching volley stroke that yields the ability to penetrate the opponent’s defense and the ability to volley with touch using the desired amount of under-spin for the specific type of volley.

-Backhand groundstroke…without specifying a goal for the first year the decision was make to switch to a one hand backhand. Just recently positive results are to be observed which should emphasis the importance of patience and hard work to an aspiring tennis player. The goals for the second year are most ambitious with regard to the development of the backhand and they are two fold. The backhand stroke at the end of the two year point is to be the most flexible stroke in the repertoire in terms of attack and defense. The goal for the range of the backhand shall be from extreme attack to subtle defense and all shots in between.

-Backhand approach shot…the goal for the second year is to produce approach shots that consistent, flexible and penetrating to the opponent’s defense. It will be absolutely necessary to produce under-spin on a majority of backhand approach shots with the emphasis on depth and placement.

-Backhand volley… without formally stating a goal in the first year this was an area of growth. The goal for the second year is to produce a consistent punching volley stroke that yields the ability to penetrate the opponent’s defense and the ability to volley with touch using the desired amount of under-spin for the specific type of volley.

-Overhead and Half-volley…the goal for the second year for these advanced shots is to become more technically and tactically proficient and to understand how these shots are to be used not only offensively but defensively as well.

-Tactics…much of the first year was devoted to the building of a foundation of technically sound strokes. This process continues into the second year but additionally the development of tactics and strategy against different opponents will be emphasized. Development of the serve and volley tactic and net play tactics to be pursued aggressively.

[chuck62]

the forgotten forehand

Don & DB,

Thanks for the insights. Don you seem to have run into just about every great player of the 2nd half of the 20th century at one time or another. I've really enjoyed your anecdotes. Still waiting for your new instructional articles. Did not realize it before but now that I look at the old Kramer clips they do look like flat /slice forehands. I was looking for an ideal model for the shot, for the backhand we have Rosewall, the gold standard. But for the forehand slice ? Perhaps Kramer or Savitt. As I look at Kramer's its an eastern grip, a relatively flat swing plane, leading with the butt of the racquet he hits through the ball with a slightly open face and with a fair amount of sidespin. What a great approach shot that must have been as it kicked away from his opponents in their backhand corner.

[don_budge]

From the Slice...and upwards

Thanks Bottle. I forgot about Tilden who apparently used it quite a bit. Funny that you have to go that far back to find a model for the forehand slice, whereas the backhand slice is still popular on the tour today. Stotty must be right its the harder shot of the two to master. Still if a player could bring out a low skidding foreand once in awhile it would surely throw off his opponent.

tradi’tion n. body of beliefs, facts, etc., handed down to generation to generation without being reduced to writing; the process of handing down.

From Bill Tilden we can read about the main uses of the slice:

1. To vary pace on your opponent by mixing it with a drive and to take pace out of great speed and to slow up tempo.

2. To return great speed on service (defense).

3. To handle shots that catch you out of position, particularly shots that bound to high to drive.

4. As an advancing shot behind which to go to the net (attack).

The thing to do is evaluate these four fundamentals statements within the context of the modern game...with it's modern equipment. As Trey Waltke says...it still makes sense for 99.5% of the people.

Yes chuck62...it's easy to forget about Bill Tilden these days. Not only was the game hijacked by the equipment (read manufacturers, tennis officials and the governing body) money, it was only natural that the coaching profession would also be hijacked to accommodate the "new" game as well. So much smoke and snake oil.

Stotty...when teaching the game, there is no difficult decision to make in my book. Beginners need fundamentals in order to build their games on solid ground. You cannot teach the pro game to youngsters. At some point they will be on their own as their game takes on their personality...at which point you are there to guide them with your sage wisdom. You simply cross that bridge when you come to it. You simply substitute "Match Play and the Spin of the Ball" for "How to play Better Tennis". Great coaches are marinated in experience...and not necessarily all tennis experience. There are few reliable short cuts if any. And my book says...The book is Bill Tilden. The model is Richard Gonzales with the Don Budge backhand. The coach is Harry Hopman. Roger Federer is the living proof. Simplify coaches!

As coaches we need a basis or a model from which to work. We need a philosophy and one that is tried and true. We cannot proceed with our craft going along with the latest fad or fancy. My model has a book, a model, a coach and proof. Adopt this and you cannot go wrong. American Tennis...adopt this and within ten years we will rule the tennis world once again. Follow the Spaniards...never! Follow the Serbs...never! Tear down the latest paradigm and strike a blow for tennis...real tennis. What the hell...strike a blow for the people, we aren't going to take it anymore. These are dangerous times...in more ways than one, and it will be easy to slip into the habit of not questioning the authorities and accepting everything that comes down the pipe. We have been duly warned...by both Tilden and Orwell. Not to mention the Big Guy.

We have strayed as a race of people, the human race that is...and we have strayed as well within the confines of our dear and wonderful game as we allowed her to be sold down the river, without a fight...without any protest. Well, except for me...don_quixote. God's gift to mankind in terms of recreation...in terms of tradition. Along with golf. We have strayed to the point where it is no longer tennis. It should be renamed "Ball Bashing". I am not amused.

I am a simple man...or not, depending upon the situation or your point of view. My first initial reaction is to reduce things to the lowest common denominator...the LCD. We had a simply wonderful discussion regards the underspin backhand, among other things, over the course of the last couple of months. This business of the underspin forehand is beginning to size up as well. It is the next piece of the puzzle for my classic student of the game...Gustaf. We proceed trusting my intuition while developing his. Trust is an integral part of the whole project.

Thanks to yourselves chuck62, bottle, Stotty and now our veteran ace in the hole...tennis_chiro, I believe in the way forward. You see Stotty, it is very much a matter of trust and belief. Very interesting perspective, Don. This guy has been well marinated. Everybody is welcome in this discussion...worldsbestcoach, this means you too. I hope to hear from you.

"...but it is my personal opinion that almost all such shots should be slices, and not chops."-Bill Tilden.