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Last year Murray got as close as he’s ever gotten to winning Wimbledon, only to have the trophy snatched away by Federer in the Finals.
He has his work cut out for him if he expects to make it to the Finals this year. If Janowicz’s performance thus far at Wimbledon is any indication, Murray can expect to be diving at rockets and trying to do more than just deflect them in his Semifinal match. Janowicz’s serve has been clocked as fast as 140 mph during the tournament. But then Murray is one of the top returners in the game.
Murray is a counterpuncher and may very well be the best one on the tour today. He is able to transition from defense to offense quickly. As a result he is able to hit winners from defensive positions.
He is also crafty, sometimes lulling his opponent into a slow rally with seemingly passive exchanges from the baseline and then suddenly injecting pace into his groundstrokes to catch his opponent off guard. He is a smart and tactical player, who sees the court well and as a result, has the ability to construct points.
And yet for all that cerebral acumen, he is a very emotional player. All players get angry now and then, but Andy Murray seems to take some perverse pleasure in it. There have been times when it has seemed as though he wanted to be booed by the crowd and might even have encouraged it.
Murray is the brooding Byronic hero, a creature that can only come from the wild and untamed wilderness of the moors; a mercurial creature; moody and quick to anger.
Rochester is a wounded hero with a heavy brow from a troubled past, which he keeps hidden in his attic–the beautiful but insane Bertha Mason, the first Mrs. Rochester whom he made the mistake of marrying in his youth.
Murray’s troubled past is one he inherited when he picked up a tennis racket at the age of 5. That inherited past is littered with hopes and dreams that have been simmering for 77 years now. Hopes and dreams that have begun to fester.
As for Murray, lately he seems to have lightened his burden.
If he does win Wimbledon, who knows? Perhaps he may be knighted by the Queen. But don’t expect him to become Mr. Sunshine.