2005 French Open News
By Alix Ramsay| May 25, 2005
Lindsay Davenport has always been one to
shun the limelight, preferring to drag her
major trophies back into the shadows rather
than make a big fuss about her achievements.
Even so, not even she has entered a Grand
Slam quite so anonymously.
Davenport, lest anyone should forget, is
the current world No.1 and, thus, the top
seed here. She is supposed to be the woman
to beat, and yet not even she can quite believe
that. Clay is, to put it politely, her least
favorite surface, and she prepared for the
second Grand Slam of the year by going on
holiday.
Rather than bother with all that huffing
and puffing around Europe on the way to Paris,
she and her husband took themselves off to
Hawaii for a well earned rest. It is not
the most conventional way to prepare for
a major championship, but it does not seem
to have done Davenport any harm.
Facing Shuai Peng, Davenport looked as miserable
as sin, dropping the first set and looking
awfully glum during the second. But with
Davenport it matters little whether she is
prepared or not, she can turn on the power,
screw down the concentration and wallop the
opposition whenever she feels like it. And
against a young upstart like Peng, she was
in no mood to be beaten. From 5-4 down in
the second set, she got to work, and that
was the end of Peng, 3-6, 7-6(4), 6-0.
Tim Henman has been banging on about being
a "late bloomer" throughout his
career - listening to his argument, he should
be ready to burst into flower at the age
of 47 - but now, as a rather middle-aged
30-year-old, he is beginning to show signs
of blight.
Last year Tiger Tim cleared his throat and
roared all the way to the semi finals at
Roland Garros. It was his first trip through
to the second week of any Grand Slam other
than Wimbledon, and he was awfully pleased
with himself. The French were stunned. Twelve
months on and normal service has been resumed:
Henman was sploshed in the second round 7-5,
6-7, 6-3, 6-4 by Luis Horna. The French can
rest easy.
For all that Henman reckons he can play
on the slow red dirt, those who grew up on
the stuff are better at it than him. It was
not that Henman played badly but rather that
Horna played very well.
Looking like a part-time night club bouncer,
Horna is a muscular chap. Even so, he shifts
that bulk - most of which has settled in
his thighs - with remarkable speed around
the court. Wherever Henman tried to hide
the ball, Horna would find it and belt it
away for a winner. Should it come to his
forehand, he was in danger of breaking Henman's
arm with his raw power.
As Horna was going through his paces, so
Henman was getting increasingly grumpy. Swearing
at himself, the spectators and anyone who
came within grunting distance, he earned
a warning for his industrial language while
Horna made the most of his chances.
Now that he is getting on a bit, Henman
is not what he was. He has had a dodgy shoulder
and now he has a gammy back and winces when
he stands up or sits down. And the more Horna
made him run around, the more Henman winced.
Presumably, he will get Paul Annacone to
carry his bags all the way to the Eurostar
terminal and his return trip to the green,
green grass of home.
"It's obviously a disappointing loss
today," Henman said in his usual over-emotional
way. "But hopefully the next time I
step on to a court, it's going to be a green
one."
Roger Federer has been dominating the green
courts over the past couple of years, winning
and then retaining the titles in Halle and
Wimbledon. This year he has turned his attention
to the red stuff and, so far, is making swift
progress. He nipped past Nicolas Almagro
6-3, 7-6, 6-2 and so far looks happy as Larry
on the Paris clay.
Meanwhile, Rafael Nadal has come up with
a cunning ploy to beat the tiredness built
up over two months on the stamina-sapping
clay - he is winning in the twinkling of
an eye. Having hardly worked up a sweat to
get through his opening round, he took one
look at Xavier Malisse and simply brushed
him aside 6-2, 6-2, 6-4. He now faces Richard
Gasquet, the 6-3, 7-6, 6-1 winner over Peter
Wessels. And if the sight of the two 18-year-olds
going toe to toe doesn't make Henman feel
old, nothing will.
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