I mentioned in my first blog that Roland Garros holds a special place in my heart because of depth we see at the event. Its a slam full of surprises. Not heeding my own words, I saw the day's schedule and picked this morning as the one to sleep in for a change. Waking up to see Jose Acasuso one set all and up two breaks against Federer, I scrambled to pour some coffee and settled in for the potential upset.
The first set tie break was a thriller. Acasuso spent most of the time dictating with fast, deep, heavy strokes while Roger was very discrete about when to be offensive and when to scamper. This ended up being the key for the Swiss, as he made Acasuso play ball after ball until an unforced error finally gave Federer the set.
In the third set, Acasuso continued his assault of consistently meaty groundstrokes and raced into the lead. When he turned his ankle at 4-1 the situation looked dire, but the Argentine was able to regain focus and hold. Ironically it was after this that Federer was able to raise his level and fought back 4-5. The weight of the situation seemed to really hit Jose at this point. Some loose play on serve allowe Roger to level the situation at 5-5 and hold for 6-5, draining the belief from Acasuso. And just like that we saw the demons return. Sulking and bickering with his box, Acasuso self-destructed in the tie break giving the 3rd set to Roger Federer.
Unfortunately it was all downhill from here. It turns out my instincts to sleep in were right. As talented as Jose Acasuso is, we must always remember that his top ranking of 20 came three years ago and that this is the man that had his heart broken twice after he was thrown into the decisive rubbers of two davis cup finals against greater opponents. His fragile dam of confidence is broken easily. As enthralled as we all were, I have a feeling Federer knew exactly this even when down a double break down in the third.
We seem spoiled these days with the absolute quality of our top players. They are so consistently good that should they loose a single set, the world scrambles to watch the 'potential upset.' The press goes crazy, fans go crazy, and general craziness conquers the day. At what point does this type of thing play on Federer's mind in the middle of a simple 4 set match that a few years ago he knew he would never loose? I suppose thats the price of perfection.