Roger Federer understands human movement in a way that few others can. As if innately able to grasp mathematics and quantum physics at PhD level, he comprehends the language of energy, the constantly shifting dynamic between the potential and kinetic that is impenetrable to most, but something that comes as effortlessly to him as swinging his racquet.
He is able to read his opponents movements with a seemingly supernatural ability – to predict their shots and then to react with mind-boggling creativity, finesse and precision. To watch him at the net is to feel as if he’s lived the entire shot sequence in a previous life and is simply repeating them through to the inevitable and effortless outcome of his victory.
He makes us laugh, not because of his sense of humour – which is vast – but because what he does on court so transcends the boundaries of normal ability, so completely redefines what a human being can do with a racquet and a ball, that often even his opponents are left marvelling at the artistry and the sheer poetry of his game. And after each tournament he steps away with unabashed nonchalance, sometimes accompanied by a wry smile or a little laugh, but always Mr Cool.