Rada outlines why Novak Djoković is more useful in life than Roger Federer!
If you saw our little video from yesterday, you will know that we have been on a weekend away with a church near Basel, Switzerland.
It’s not a secret that I’m a big fan of Novak Djoković. So this weekend I have largely avoided any tennis references because I just don’t think my good friends from Basel (home town of Roger Federer, the Moriarty of Nole’s fans!) would have seen my point of view and also because my love for Nole might cause them to disregard anything good I might have to say. My friend Becky, the world’s number one Roger fan, certainly would not have taken anything I had to say seriously!
Life is a little bit like a tennis match. Most of the time it is fairly mundane, just passing the ball over the net, plodding along, fighting for every point, every game. Sometimes it even gets exciting. An occasional slide across the court for a fantastic return, sometimes a brilliant point at the net and other times just an amazing finish after a long rally…you get the picture.
Anyway, back to Djoković. I just love his passion for the game, his skill and determination, his fighting spirit and not giving up when it’s hard. When the game doesn’t go to plan, he mutters to himself, shouts at his coaches, hits himself on the head, throws a racket in frustration etc. He also has a head coach who is closely watching his every move, rejoices with him with every won point, sympathetically nods when it’s hard going, knowing ultimately that he taught him everything he needs to know to play a perfect match.
What I love the most about Djoković is his fist pump! It usually happens after a particularly difficult point or when he gets back from behind, and finally when he wins the match!! His coach and the team would do a fist pump in return. I also give God, my head coach, a fist pump every time I manage to get up after a fall, every time I remember what he taught me, every time I pick up the racket I threw down in frustration and carry on playing, and every time I win a game. When times are hard, I look up to my box and see him nod at me in approval, sometimes gently shaking his head when I mutter and shout but he is always there, always looking after me. So, my life is like a game of tennis, the only difference is that I know that I will win this match, not because I’m so amazing, but because God has won this game for me already.