My apologies and most heartfelt contrafibularities for the lengthy pause of daily content from this waffle. Moving into a new home and being bereft of a broadband connection (still) will do that.
A brief return then, and a reflection on the two Indian Wells finals which together have injected even more spice into a gripping season.
Naomi Osaka’s title win is an astounding one. The Japanese has always been a promising prospect, a natural talent and fearless attitude marked her out as a future star. But as a maiden tour title, this is a major statement of intent.
Even more impressive is her route to the triumph, a more impressive roster of victims you’d struggle to find, Sharapova, Radwanska, Pliskova and Halep (thrashed).
That speech was merely the icing on this fairytale cake…watch this space for the rest of the year.
Del Potro’s ultra impressive win -ending Federer’s 2018 unbeaten run wasn’t as impressive, despite his many many injuries.
The fact this is the Argentine’s first 1000 title proves just how much glory and accolades those injuries have robbed his talent of.
Again, this match was a familiar tale of DelPo’s brutal, unplayable fusion of on-the-line winners at 100mph.
As is usually the case against his foe on Sunday, Federer sandwiched his signature brilliance with all-too-much frustration and ultimately a massive choke come the final hurdle.
Just when you thought Roger’s main rivals would go a wandering this year, we’re reminded of a more than capable nemesis risen at last from the ashes.