It is a sight we’ve all grown used to over the last decade and a half: Roger Federer, hair filed coolly over his headband and not a single identifiable bead of sweat to be seen, takes control of a tennis match, firmly inside his opponent’s head and in fans’ hearts. With the crowd behind him, up two sets to one against the Canadian Milos Raonic in the Wimbledon semifinal and without two of his three primary foils left in the tournament, Fed seemed poised to moved to yet another Final, further extending the most graceful career decline of any major athlete in this century.
The Eternal Sunset of Roger Federer
