Originally posted by stroke
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Good media is nice...but it certainly doesn't cut it on the court. Alexander Zverev may be a number one player in the world someday but his press accolades are going to have nothing to do with it. Once you get there...it is quite another thing to stay there which you don't find out until you get there. Once you are there...you might just be too fucking tired to last there or your head might just be a bit messed up from the journey. Sort of a jet lag that prevents you from doing just exactly what it took to get there.
Borna Coric is a perfect example. "Next Generation" by definition is a player that has been pegged by the ATP to succeed to the extent that they will create enough interest to sustain the game as a business. This is what the game has been reduced to...the lowest common denominator. It's a business and that is all. There is no more art. There is very little true love for the game like there was when players were being developed on the grass root level instead of being farmed. Borna has had his ups and downs too. It's a long ass haul. Even to get where he currently is. Where is he? I'll tell you where he is...he is ranked #number 61 in the world. He too was being touted as somebody to be reckoned with by everyone. I remember when he took the court against Roger Federer in Dubai he was so full of himself...Roger barely looked at him as he kicked his ass all over the court.
If anything Zverev is too pretty. My buddy...the Ugly American from Hawaii called me the other day and went up one side of Zverev and down the other. Way too pretty...he is way too vain.
But we'll see. The brain trust made a calculated decision to bank on this kid and quite possibly they have done him a huge disservice. He seems fragile to me. Psychologically as well as physically. He technique and tactical game lend itself to destructive forces that add up over time. He is built to play going forwards but he elects to jerk around the court from side to side. He needs some meat in those legs. Then there is something about the heart. That is where the great champion beats the field. In his heart. His love for the game...everything else in life takes second place.
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