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Perhaps the time has finally come for Andy Murray, who yesterday became the first British winner since 1938 at Queen's Club. Good. Hope this bodes well for his Wimbledon campaign.

Young Andy Murray (from here)

It was certainly a more engaging final than that other history-making final that took place last week. Historic as it was, I can't say I 'enjoyed' watching it. Thought Soderling didn't play with enough of the urgency that was required by the occasion. Boring. It was topped only by the washout of a women's final (glad Kuznetsova won) the day before. Nevertheless, I will (grudgingly) say good job, Federer. Not everyone can win 14 Slams. Still, I must point out that he won it not beating Nadal or Djokovic...

As for Nadal, I wonder if he should seriously consider quitting tennis altogether. I'm sure he wants nothing more than to play for another 10 years or so but if he has the knees of an old man (so we are told), he should take better care of himself. Just some pragmatic (me as a Singaporean) and motherly (me as myself) advice. Imagine the rheumatic pains he will have in his knees in his old age. Or maybe he is already feeling them now, since he has the knees of an old man...

Young Nadal (from here)

But if he does quit or even drops off the tour for a bit, with things having turned out as they have over these few weeks, Federer may just claw his way back to number 1. Ugh. What an unappealing prospect.

So I really hope Murray's time has come. Or maybe this other young man, of whom I am not exactly fond, will pull off something? Thought that I'd be watching him play Nadal in the French final, actually... Oh well... Anyway, he was so cute as a kid...

Young Djokovic (from here)

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