A Dangerous Mind

A Dangerous Mind

A Dangerous Mind

A review of Searching for Novak by Mark Hodgkinson.

A review of Searching for Novak by Mark Hodgkinson.

By Patrick J. Sauer
August 28, 2024

Novak Djokovic pulls a crying face to the crowd after he is booed during the Wimbledon semis in 2023. “When the crowd’s down on Djokovic, his blood is up, and he has the special Serbian type of dark energy,” writes Hodgkinson // Getty

Novak Djokovic pulls a crying face to the crowd after he is booed during the Wimbledon semis in 2023. “When the crowd’s down on Djokovic, his blood is up, and he has the special Serbian type of dark energy,” writes Hodgkinson // Getty

A funny thing happened to me on the way to Novak Djokovic’s Olympic gold. For the first time, I found myself cheering for him. Not in a fist-pumping “Lettttttt’ssss goooooooo!!!!” kind of way; more in cap-tipping, “Goddamn, you’ve done it all. There are no tennis mountains left to scale” astonishment. I’ve never been on the extreme end of the anti-Novakkers, the Fedal stans who never got over the Serbian skunk at their lawn garden party, but I’ve actively rooted against his tying and breaking Serena’s Slam mark. So much for that.

What is it about Novak Djokovic that makes him, in my anecdotal estimation, the least loved all-time world-class athlete of my 50-odd years on earth, the Belgrade diaspora notwithstanding? If styles make the fights, he’s the best counterpuncher the sport has seen, with agility that feels like he was bitten by a radioactive spider. And yet I’m hoping Carlos Alcaraz goes on a five-year Grand Slam tear. So color me intrigued by Searching for Novak: The Man Behind the Enigma from British tennis writer Mark Hodgkinson, which purports to be the “first serious analysis” of Djokovic. What I found is a book mystifying and infuriating in equal measure, but one that certainly had me seeing the man in a new refracted light. He really puts the thwack in thwackadoodle.

The book opens strong, as the author takes readers inside the cold, cramped concrete shelter where, in 1999, an 11-year-old Novak and his family bugged out for 78 consecutive nights of NATO bombings. In a harrowing scene, Hodgkinson writes that after a few minutes he craved air and natural light, but even more astounding was that war-torn Serbia didn’t slow down young Novak one bit. Every day, he would figure out what parks weren’t covered in rubble and, since school was shuttered, play tennis until the sun set, and so did he, down in the bunker. The horrors of war sparked a competitive fire in him, a thirst for revenge he took to the courts.

It fueled him early on, and Searching for Novak is at its best as he rises through the ranks up through 2010, covering the highly entertaining Djoker impersonations, anxiety management through incessant ball-bouncing, and how there were once grumblings he faked injuries and ailments to drop out of losing matches. That ended when he stopped eating gluten. There’s a whole chapter about it. Hodgkinson divides Novak’s career into the before/after wheat protein binary, which is fitting, because in the second half of the book, I became allergic to bullshit.

Some of Novak’s bonkers beliefs—or at least ones proffered by people who have his ear—make for a good time. My favorite comes from Semir Osmanagic, a fedora-wearing Bosnian archaeologist who in 2005 said he discovered “the Pyramids of the Sun, the Moon, the Dragon and Love,” and suggested water found beneath it “enhances Djokovic intellectually and emotionally.” Novak thought it a good idea to join Osmanagic—a man “a group of Bosnian academics have appealed to their government to stop, saying he is embarrassing to the country”—down 82 feet into tunnels with 52-degree chest-high water “without any safety rails or support,” just some protective waterproof gear. Magic Pyramid Water, definitely worth risking a Wimbledon grass snack for.

Novak with archaeologist Semir Osmanagic at the “Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun" in Visoko, Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2020. // Alamy

Novak with archaeologist Semir Osmanagic at the “Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun" in Visoko, Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2020. // Alamy

There are so many amusing nutty details in Searching for Novak, like the time he set an alarm to remind himself it had been a year since he had eaten a small piece of dark chocolate, but the book is also awash in credulity. Hodgkinson says point blank in the intro that Djokovic “has the most original mind in tennis, perhaps across all sports,” and then notes multiple times that he doesn’t read newspapers or watch television news. If you know nothing, then you know everything. See, an enigma.

Other primo nuggets include: “When the crowd’s down on Djokovic, his blood is up, and he has the special Serbian type of dark energy” (not a thing); “He’s not an entitled tennis diva. He’s not being difficult and demanding for the sake of it” (give or take a US Open line judge); and “He’s the future billionaire who hardly cares for money” (I’ll see your balderdash and raise you mansions on multiple continents).

Too often, Searching for Novak has the feel of one of those ghostwritten business or tech books where a mediocre white man has final say on his genius on the page. Obviously, Novak isn’t one of those guys, he’s on a GOAT short list—although Hodgkinson stating he absolutely is because “you have to go with the hard data on who has won the most majors” isn’t exactly “smart analysis”—but the constant fluffing from every talking head, including luminaries like Chris Evert, makes Novak less sympathetic and way more insufferable.

A case for tennis immortality can be made, but the man doesn’t walk on water. Oh, but wait, a boyhood coach says Novak has a mental energy that “goes somewhere over the line which belongs to God, to the creator.” And a “former advisor on nutrition and life” says of his homie, “Maybe it’s not the best comparison but look at Jesus. He was also exposed and punished by officials at the time.”

Of course the latter comment was in regards to Novak not getting the Covid jab, a section of the book in which the fun, weird Novak-galaxy brain took a dark personal turn and brought back my peak pandemic rage all over again. In the chapter “Prison Life,” Hodgkinson makes Novak’s time being detained in a crappy motel out to be a Melbourne version of Midnight Express. I’m sure it was a grungy hell for the “unlawful non-citizens” (aka refugees and asylum seekers) stuck in tiny rooms and eating industrial cafeteria food for years. Novak was there for five days with a laptop, exercise equipment, and gluten-free grub. Not a diva.

The chapter that follows, “The Villain of the World,” is an entire section of quackery from every corner of Novak’s coterie, including himself. Hodgkinson writes that Novak didn’t regret “being unvaccinated and everything that came with it.” Cool. You know what came with it for me? Putting on a hazmat suit and holding my mother’s hand in a New Jersey hospital room as she died while we were literally watching Joe Biden’s national pre-inauguration Covid mourning ceremony. But hey, Hodgkinson intimates that it’s understandable a man who treats his body like a temple wouldn’t take the shot, and besides, Novak’s old pal Idiotana Jones had thoughts about how “high levels of negative ions in the tunnels beneath the Bosnian pyramids would have boosted his immunity against Covid,” and that “we don’t know the content of the experimental genetical pharmaceutical product, but I do know the content of what’s happening in the tunnels.”

You know what? I think I’m done searching for Novak. An enigma? Maybe. A jackass? Definitely. Let’s go, Carlitos.



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Human Touch

Human Touch

Human Touch

Keep the Champagne on Ice for Anna Kalinskaya.

Keep the Champagne on Ice for Anna Kalinskaya.

By Raphael Abraham
Photography by Dan Martensen
Styling by Chloe Grace Press

 

Featured in Volume 1 of OPEN Tennis — BUY

Human Touch

Human Touch

Keep the Champagne on Ice for Anna Kalinskaya.

Keep the Champagne on Ice for Anna Kalinskaya.

By Raphael Abraham
Photography by Dan Martensen
Styling by Chloe Grace Press

 

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Anna Kalinskaya is in a buoyantly positive mood. It is the eve of Wimbledon when we meet in the bucolic surroundings of an English country garden, mere minutes away from the hallowed courts on which she will soon do battle.

She has reasons to be cheerful. Since the start of the year, the Russian player has risen from relative obscurity at 80 in the world rankings to 17, making the quarterfinals of the Australian Open and the final of the Dubai Tennis Championships, beating world No. 1 Iga Swiatek and No. 3 Coco Gauff along the way.

If that weren’t enough, she has also been making headlines for another reason. In May it was confirmed by Italian world No. 1 Jannik Sinner that the two are in a relationship. With the steamy tennis movie Challengers playing in theaters, social media was soon aflutter at the forming of this new sports power couple. Exactly 50 years after lovebirds Chris Evert and Jimmy Connors lifted the Wimbledon singles trophies, could Kalinskaya and Sinner pull off a similar feat?

But when we meet, Kalinskaya makes clear that she has not come to talk about Sinner. The week before, she has made the leap to grass, reaching the final of the Berlin Ladies Open, losing only narrowly to America’s Jessica Pegula (meanwhile, in another part of Germany, Sinner won the Halle tournament). Many players struggle with the shift from clay to lawn tennis, yet Kalinskaya tells me she takes it in her stride.

“People either love it or hate it, but for me it’s probably the easiest change because I like to play very fast and aggressive, and grass is perfect for that,” she says. “I had a goal to be top 20 this year. Now I reached it and I have a new goal: to be top 10 and to be consistent with my results. I love playing on grass, I love playing on hard court, so I’m very excited. And my No. 1 goal is to stay healthy so I can work and show what I’m capable of.”

It is her third time in the Wimbledon main draw, and her first since 2021. “I couldn’t play one year here because of the situation in my country, and last year I was injured, so finally this year I’m back.”

It hardly needs stating what “the situation” is. Kalinskaya’s mother and grandmother hail from Dnipro in eastern Ukraine, which on the day after Kalinskaya’s first-round Wimbledon match is the target of a Russian drone and missile strike that kills five people and injures 53.

However, I am told before we sit down together that politics is off the table and nor will she speak about Ukraine. It is no surprise. Most Russian and Belarusian players remain tight-lipped about the war, understandably so given that they or their families still reside in Putin’s Russia. In March 2022, two weeks after the invasion of Ukraine, Kalinskaya appeared to offer a silent protest by wearing shoes bearing the words “No war” at the Indian Wells tournament in California.

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Though she was born and grew up in Moscow, it was in Ukraine that Kalinskaya’s love of tennis was born.

“When I was little, every summer I used to spend with my grandmother and my cousin, who used to play tennis,” she says. “I wanted to do whatever she was doing, so I decided to try it. I had a little racquet, and I remember one day my mom asked me if I wanted a new one just for myself. I guess it was someone’s racquet [I was using], not even mine. I said yes.”

Kalinskaya, a sociable child, found that it was not only the game but the camaraderie it offered that she relished. “I started to play with kids in a group. I enjoyed it because I was always very friendly, and it was like a social thing for me to play with [other] kids. I liked to compete, and I still love to compete. That’s why I’m doing it.”

Unlike many other players on the tour, Kalinskaya was not born into a tennis family. Rather, her parents favored another racquet-based game: badminton.

“It’s a very difficult sport,” she says. “I played for a couple of years, and I was actually doing well. I did three sports at the same time—I used to swim, too—and I was good in all three. But I got bored of swimming and playing badminton…and my parents supported my decision, so I continued to play tennis.”

Now that she is a professional tennis player, can she beat her parents? “That’s a good question, because last December I played badminton with my mom, and she’s not…” she pauses momentarily, as if pondering how to put this politely, “she’s not 25 like me, but she can still beat me. It’s very difficult, a lot of cardio. I’m glad I stopped,” she concludes with a chuckle.

The sporty streak in her family runs deep and extends to her brother, Nikolay, who plays soccer for FC Pari Nizhny Novgorod. He is her only sibling, five years her senior. “He inspires me a lot because he’s very professional and I see how much he works,” she says. “Even on his days off, he goes to the gym. It seems like he doesn’t have days off.”

Leisure time is vanishingly rare on the tennis tour, too, leaving scant opportunity for pursuing outside interests or cultivating friendships. Nevertheless, Kalinskaya has established a close bond with her compatriot Daria Kasatkina.

“We have known each other since we are 10,” Kalinskaya says. “And I’m friends with Aryna Sabalenka. It’s difficult with our schedules to find time to go for dinners, but yeah, I would say that those two are my closest friends.”

When I contact Kasatkina over email, she tells me: “Anna has always had so much potential and she has so many weapons on the court, it was just a case of her bringing it all together. She showed glimpses at times in big matches like against [former US Open champion] Sloane Stephens in New York [in 2019], where her big personality can shine.”

Sabalenka adds in a text message: “She has become a better fighter, not giving up that easily, definitely started to play a bit more aggressive, with more confidence.”

But, notes Kasatkina, her recent rise in the rankings and newfound fame hasn’t changed Kalinskaya. “For me she is the same girl, which is amazing, and it’s so good to see her doing well now.”

As well as a sometime top 10 player and Wimbledon quarterfinalist, Kasatkina is an outspoken critic of Russia’s war in Ukraine and its record on gay rights. She is also a prodigious vlogger with a popular YouTube channel on which Kalinskaya is an occasional guest. In one recent post, Kasatkina teasingly asks her pal: “Carrot cake? Yes or no?”—a barely cryptic reference to the ginger-haired Sinner, to which Kalinskaya responds, “Fuck you,” before the two collapse into giggles.

As Kasatkina puts it in an email: “Anna is so funny and has a quick mind. She is good fun to be around and is a great person.” How would she describe her sense of humour? “Dark, mischievous and on point!”

In another episode of Kasatkina’s vlog, Kalinskaya lets slip a scathing comment about her fellow tennis players: “There are many snakes on the tour, let’s be honest.”

Would she care to elaborate now on this observation? “It’s impossible,” Kalinskaya says. “You have to be so careful because at the end of the day, you have the same job. But a lot of people are jealous and can be double-faced—that’s what I meant by saying ‘snakes.’”

It’s the kind of content that tennis fans lap up, showing another side of the players whose comportment on and around the court is almost always oh-so-polite and cautiously diplomatic.

“Dasha [Kasatkina] has her YouTube channel, and I think [American player] Taylor Fritz has one, or his girlfriend [influencer Morgan Riddle]. It helps tennis to become more popular. And now all these fashion brands have tennis trends. I see more and more people wanting to play tennis, and it’s really great. I think for women’s tennis what helps a lot is actually fashion.”

Style and beauty are two of Kalinskaya’s passions away from the court. Asked to name her favorite brands, she says: “I like Chanel, I like Miu Miu. I like a lot what they did with tennis skirts, matching them with sneakers. I would say those are my top two.” She also admits to an obsession with footwear: “I like shoes…a lot.”

How many pairs does she have? “A lot,” repeats the Imelda Marcos of tennis. “I saw [Australian player] Alex de Minaur was asked if has more than 100 pair of shoes. He said yes and I think I have more than him for sure, if you combine high heels and normal sports shoes.”

He probably doesn’t have high heels, I suggest. “Well, who knows?” she says with a wry smile. She seems competitive even about shoe ownership. “I’m sure with the girls on tour, I win.”

Another interest is visiting museums and galleries. She has already made time for a pre-Wimbledon excursion to London’s Natural History Museum, and we discuss a possible trip to Tate Modern. In Rome, she says, she wanted to see the Vatican. For the art or also for religious reasons? “For the art.”

What about watching tennis? “I like to watch men’s tennis,” she declares. “I feel they have more options of shots and more tactics.” Does she have a favorite player? “I’m not going to say,” she says, turning her head away in smiling defiance. “Next question!”

This is not, I assure her, an attempt to steer her into talking about Sinner. She can name anyone she likes. “No, it’s too dangerous,” she says with a laugh, before offering finally, “Okay…Roger”—a shrewd and safe answer. But there is a sting in the tail. When I ask later if there were any players she looked up to while growing up, she says: “Nadal. I was obsessed with him. But then he lost a match against Roger. And I became a Roger fan. Rafa had a few match points and lost. I was so disappointed. So after that I never watched him again.”

Brutal. But Kalinskaya is unafraid to speak her mind, at least when it comes to tennis. And she too has taken some hard losses, falling to Pegula in Berlin after being match point up six times. Nevertheless, she was gracious in defeat, telling her opponent in her runner-up speech: “If we play like this against each other every time, I will be happy for both of us.”

When it comes to losses, she tries to retain a philosophical outlook. “I always look at the bigger picture. So I take more positive from losing in Dubai. I was not feeling great there. But I pushed myself to the final and I almost won the tournament, so for me it was incredible. Of course it’s disappointing to lose, and now I lost another final [in Berlin], being so, so close, but that’s just the game. I hope I can use this experience for a more important final in London or maybe at the US Open.”

When I ask how she works on her mental game, she rolls her eyes wearily and emits a small groan.

“The mental part is super difficult,” she admits. “You miss a lot of things being on tour; you miss your family, you can’t have a normal life, you always travel…. It’s a very challenging sport. You don’t fight only against your opponent, you fight against yourself. And it’s very important for me to have good, positive people around me. That’s the key…. At the end of the day we’re just human, and you just wish you have a person who understands you.”

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The following week at Wimbledon, she gets off to a flying start, dispatching Hungary’s Panna Udvardy in the first round, the Czech Marie Bouzkova in the second, and her compatriot Liudmila Samsonova in the third—all without dropping even a set.

Kalinskaya on court is grace personified, generating easy power without any hint of a grunt, her flat, penetrating shots skidding off the slick surface. In the stands sit her Argentine coach Patricia Tarabini and the doting Sinner, looking saintly in a pristine white hoodie that conceals his face and keeping a low profile. Kalinskaya too looks calm and contained, her victory celebrations muted. Coming off court, she is mobbed by a small swarm of autograph hunters and selfie seekers.

But in the fourth round against 2022 Wimbledon champion Elena Rybakina—Kalinskaya’s Centre Court debut—disaster strikes. The fragile humanity she referred to becomes all too clear in the second set when she calls for medical assistance and is finally forced to retire with a wrist injury. Her “No. 1 goal to stay healthy” has temporarily been derailed.

“It’s very frustrating, very sad,” she says in the post-match press conference. “It’s probably my favorite tournament. But I’m human and I can’t fully control my body. I have to accept it and just find out what’s going on right now, recover, and prevent it in the future.”

My mind returns to something she told me in that cozy garden before the tournament.

“Every week, more or less, you lose, but you need to keep going. The next day, you can have a different tournament already. And you need to recharge, recover, and forget. And it’s important to learn from when you lose. Sometimes you don’t have much time, but also, it’s a great opportunity. Because there are many tournaments and you have another chance.”

There will be more tournaments, more runs at Grand Slams. When Kalinskaya talks about eventually winning one, it is in terms of “when” rather than “if.” And afterward there will be celebration. (As Kasatkina reliably informs me: “Anna knows how to have a party correctly.”) When I mention that Novak Djokovic famously indulged after winning an Australian Open by eating a single square of chocolate, Kalinskaya looks appalled.

“Really? I’m going to have a glass of champagne for sure when I win a Grand Slam,” she says.

Maybe two?

“Or a bottle…and don’t ask how many pairs of shoes I’m going to buy.”

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Court 5 Was Alive

Court 5 Was Alive

Court 5 Was Alive

Joao Fonseca was the main draw at the US Open this week—if not in the actual main draw.

Joao Fonseca was the main draw at the US Open this week—if not in the actual main draw.

By Giri Nathan
August 23, 2024

Joao Fonseca whilst winning the US Open boy’s title last year. // AP

Joao Fonseca whilst winning the US Open boy’s title last year. // AP

My fondest memories of the US Open qualifying rounds involve long, lazy days spent baking in the sun, walking all over the grounds, and consuming unseemly volumes of tennis until I had my fill. It felt like cheating the system: How was it possible to watch some of the best tennis players in the world, in one of the most expensive cities in the world, while pressed right up against the fence, for free? And yet it was so. All it took was getting through all the bridges and tunnels and then I could walk onto the grounds unimpeded. Some years it was more fun than the trip I made for the actual tournament. I told everyone I met who expressed even the faintest interest in watching the sport that qualies were the ideal gateway. It’s also hard to overstate how much more enjoyable the grounds of the USTA BJK NTC are when you subtract roughly 90 percent of the human beings. It can actually be enjoyed like a public space instead of artfully survived like a two-week-long crowd crush. With all the sudden marketing and monetization of what has now been branded as “Fan Week,” nearly all the former quiet pleasure of the qualies has faded away. I am not old enough to be complaining this much about how things used to be better, but the Open feels a little more frenetic and oversold and physically taxing every single year, and some of that has spilled out into the preceding week, too.

That said, this is the first year in a long time that I haven’t been able to attend qualies in person, and I must confess that the huge attendance has made for a vastly superior TV experience. These are, after all, matches with enormous stakes for players at this level, many of whom can use a main-draw payout at the Open to cover a good chunk of their season expenses. Even a first-round exit in the main draw wins you $100,000. These contests are high drama, so perhaps it’s only right that they’re now getting the atmosphere to match. There were lots of fun stories among this year’s qualifiers—I’m particularly happy to see Diego Schwartzman, the short king, make one last main-draw appearance in New York before he retires at the end of the season, and I’m curious to see if Nishesh Basavareddy will be the first great Indian-American singles player on the ATP even though he fell one round short. According to my friends on the ground, the talk of the men’s qualies was Joao Fonseca, the Brazilian phenom who appears periodically in our pages and who turned 18 on Wednesday. Fonseca has already accomplished a lot on his native clay courts in his brief career, including a win over then world No. 36 Arthur Fils a few months ago, but he’d hardly played hard court at the pro level until this summer. Like all the best in history, he progressed quickly, winning the third hard-court tournament he entered. That was Lexington Challenger, which he won earlier this month without dropping a set. That happens to be a title that Jannik Sinner also won at age 17, though Fonseca was exactly one day younger when he pulled it off.

Fonseca, who won the boys’ title at last year’s Open, took well to its hard courts in his first attempt to make the men’s tournament. He won his first two rounds of qualifying and in the final round on Thursday faced Eliot Spizzirri, who, despite his Connecticut origins, saw his crowd support overpowered by powerful chants of “Jo-ao Fon-seca” from the pro-Brazil contingent. The prodigious teenager and the recently graduated No. 1 player in college tennis were well-matched for each other. Fonseca’s ball-striking is outrageously pure. I know this, but I still trust a professional opinion, and it was validating to hear a heavy hitter like James Blake express his own sincere awe on the call anytime he smacked a nonchalant winner while backpedaling. He also seems to thrive under pressure. When Spizzirri served for the match at 5–3 in the second, Fonseca broke back—only to immediately fall down 0–40 on his next service game and have to defend four match points in the game. He survived that and took the second set in a tiebreak, before losing to a steadier Spizzirri in the decider. Arguably the most exciting figure in the men’s qualies didn’t even make it out. Perhaps he never will—it’s not crazy to think that Fonseca could directly qualify for the main draw next year, and for many more years to come. If so, it was a wonderful legacy to leave. Court 5 was alive, with fans packing into every seat, standing five deep behind the seats, and peering over the walls and railings from adjacent courts. If the qualies can no longer be peaceful, they better be this over-the-top passionate. Anything but overcrowded apathy!


The Hopper

—Andy Murray has finally retired.

—And so has Angelique Kerber.

—Carlitos has withdrawn from Montreal.

—CLAY Tennis remembers the time Novak abandoned his partner.

—Rafa and Novak play one for the road, via Giri.

—The Washington, D.C. ATP tournament is in full swing.

—Some schedule changes to the WTA’s China Swing.



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The CG2 Is Here

The CG2 Is Here

Coco Gauff reveals the second iteration signature
New Balance shoe.

Coco Gauff reveals the second iteration signature New Balance shoe.

By Tim Newcomb
August 20, 2024

Images courtesy of New Balance

Images courtesy of New Balance

New Balance is back with an update of Coco Gauff’s signature tennis shoe. Roughly two years removed from the launch of the first iteration, Gauff, the defending US Open champion, will take the court in Queens with a New York City-inspired launch colorway of the all-new Coco CG2.

In what the brand calls an evolution—not a revolution—of the technology-rich on-court model, the CG2 debuts with a familiar mid-cut height (albeit with a tweaked collar meant to improve comfort and stability) and the same carbon fiber shank underfoot paired with full-length FuelCell foam.

From a design perspective, the CG2 borrows inspiration from Gauff’s favorite New Balance lifestyle model, the 550, with the opportunity for bolder color blocking and material switch-outs on the upper. The carbon fiber takes a more noticeable role, now visible in the midfoot and not just underfoot.

The special Coco-only details include the “CG” initials—shared by all five members of Coco’s family—etched in the toe rubber and again in an abstract way underfoot. The shoe features a tennis ball on the tongue and on the left heel pull, and the right heel pull shows the wordmark “two.” Playing up the “two” even more, New Balance says that the numeral is considered the “most feminine number” and represents power and grace, so the brand added those words—”power” on the left shoe and “grace” on the right—behind the woven tags.

The launch colorway, releasing Aug. 21, comes inspired by New York City, the site of Gauff’s first major victory, and has color nods to the Statue of Liberty and New York’s bright lights. There will be a special-edition City Suedes version available Aug. 23 and 24 only at the brand’s Coco pop-up in NYC, which were inspired by Coco’s dad’s love of urban boots—think tan-brown with steel rivets and a suede upper. A third colorway releases in September, with plenty more planned for 2025.

Follow Tim Newcomb’s tennis gear coverage on Instagram at Felt Alley Tennis.

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Big Foe Quits the Circus

Big Foe Quits the Circus

Big Foe Quits the Circus

A happy Frances Tiafoe tells TSS he's tapped in.

A happy Frances Tiafoe tells TSS he's tapped in.

By Giri Nathan
August 15, 2024

Frances Tiafoe was definitely the ringmaster during his defeat of Lorenzo Musetti in Cincy. // Getty

Frances Tiafoe was definitely the ringmaster during his defeat of Lorenzo Musetti in Cincy. // Getty

“Brimming with confidence” doesn’t seem like a sufficient metaphor for a Frances Tiafoe in a superb mood. Standing next to him I feel irradiated with confidence, like there’s something beaming out of the portal in his gap-toothed grin. And the restorative effects linger, a little extra pep in my step as I ascend four flights of stairs afterward. When I catch him for a chat at the Cincinnati Open on Wednesday, he was still beaded with sweat from a straight-set victory over Lorenzo Musetti, which he celebrated with a palm held low to the court, in what is almost certainly the first-ever “too small” gesture in professional tennis history. Tiafoe has a rich history of importing basketball celebrations into this sport, and this one is a personal favorite of mine, though let the record show that the Olympic bronze medalist Lorenzo Musetti stands an average 6 foot 1, roughly the same height as our protagonist. But you can understand the need to robustly celebrate this win, one of many that Tiafoe has strung together in recent weeks to turn around what had been an abysmal season.

Tiafoe spent 2023 building his consistency and rising into the 10 for the first time; he spent most of 2024 losing touch with that. In July his ranking fell to No. 29, the lowest it had been in more than two years. So far this year he has lost to 11 players ranked outside the top 50. Perhaps these were the opponents referenced in the colorful lament he let loose at Wimbledon: “Literally this week last year I was 10 in the world and now I’m barely seeded here. Losing to clowns; I hate to say it, but I’m just gonna be honest.” The thing about calling your coworkers clowns is that you’ve got to immediately back it up with your play. And Tiafoe nearly backed it up to the extreme by taking eventual champion Carlos Alcaraz to five sets at Wimbledon—an echo of the raucous five-setter they’d played in the semifinals of the 2022 US Open, which was easily the high-water mark of the American’s career to date.

What is it about these two that makes for such a good matchup? “Well, I mean, I think”—he takes a sharp exhale through teeth, as if measuring out his self-belief into nonlethal doses—”we’re both probably two of the more talented guys. I mean, obviously, he’s probably the most talented guy here. And myself…look, man, at my best, I can do some special things. You can see in a performance like today: I’m one of the best players in the world.”

He rattles off the things he and Alcaraz have in common: “We’re quick, I can volley, he can volley, he can defend, turn defense to offense, he can play all these shots, he’s got great intangibles, so do I. We kinda can do all similar things, it’s down to who wants it more in the end, or who takes those moments better.” I am reminded once again about the bell curve of sports commentary. High-decibel talk show idiots say it’s all about who wants it more; middlebrow commentators like myself try to offer sober technical explanations; transcendent athletic geniuses say it’s all about who wants it more. 

Tiafoe thinks he’s grown a lot in between those two five-setters with Alcaraz. “At the Open when we played, I was hanging on for dear life, and I think this one I thought I was a better player,” he says. “Look, I had 4-all, 0–30, second serve in the fourth. And I had another 0–30 earlier in that set. So I think I was the better cat that time. But again, he’s a champion and he did what champions do and he found a way.”

While Tiafoe has slipped out of the top 20, the tour has been dominated by Alcaraz and Jannik Sinner, who are four to five years younger than him. In Vienna last fall, Tiafoe happened to be one of the players to face Sinner right before he transformed into the best player in the world, No. 1. Did he see any signs that the leap was coming? Tiafoe said he was in a bad headspace back then—he was about to begin a long skid, and about to split from a successful partnership with coach Wayne Ferreira—but he did notice that this dude was playing unusually well. He generously heaped compliments on Sinner’s improvements in his fitness and serve. Asked if he feels some urgency to hit his career goals, now that the Big Three are phasing out and the Sincaraz era seems to be phasing in, he says that the future is not nearly as “brutal” as the past.

“Even though Sinner and these guys are playing really well, obviously you still wanna do really well, because you feel like when their game is complete, it’s gonna be very, very tough,” he says. “Granted, it’s a little different, they’re younger than me, I don’t have that fear factor. When I’m playing Novak, Rafa, these guys—man, I’ve been watching those guys since I was a kid. So you can’t get over the Mount Rushmore [thing]. I don’t have that feeling when I’m playing these guys. They might beat me, but I don’t have that ‘Oh man, that’s Medvedev.’ I grew up with these guys.”

He’s fresh off a 6–3, 6–2 win against Musetti, one of the top players of the moment and the No. 14 seed in Cincy, who admittedly might have been a bit depleted from a long summer of tennis and a tricky three-setter he’d played the previous day. Classic Tiafoe antics were in abundance. Odd off-speed shots that bend in the air, scooting around the court at sneaker-shredding speeds, an unteachable sense of showmanship. Earlier this month he put together a semifinal run at his home tournament in Washington, which was just the second time this year he’s won three matches in a row. It’s no coincidence that Tiafoe perks up around this time every season. A specific energy courses through him whenever he is standing on a hard court on this continent.

I even start a sentence, “When you get back on American hard court—”and he finishes the thought for me. “Oh, it’s different. Even playing in Canada it’s not the same. Just being in America, man, it’s different. I’m playing, it’s packed. Outside I’m practicing, it’s packed. I’m going on court, Grandstand, it’s fucking nuts out there. So it’s just great to be out there and compete. You just appreciate it and want to be out there,” he says, as a fan comes by to make sure he knows that she started a specific chant from the Musetti match, neatly demonstrating his point. 

The rhythm is returning to his tour life. After a couple months of coaching turnover, Tiafoe says he’s been enjoying working with newly hired David Witt, whose easygoing style has worked well for other top players in the past, most recently Jessica Pegula and Maria Sakkari. “It’s been the best it’s been for a really long time,” he says of his team. “[Witt] wants me to be me, but also he wants me to tap in when it’s time to tap in,” he says. That was the Tiafoe conundrum in a nutshell: brilliant player who needs to balance flamboyant self-expression with unglamorous consistency. I can only report what I saw and heard, but this man, beaming and laughing and poking me to emphasize his points, seems like he found a joy and steadiness that have eluded him for the better part of a year. Consider Frances Tiafoe tapped in.


The Hopper

—Andy Murray has finally retired.

—And so has Angelique Kerber.

—Carlitos has withdrawn from Montreal.

—CLAY Tennis remembers the time Novak abandoned his partner.

—Rafa and Novak play one for the road, via Giri.

—The Washington, D.C. ATP tournament is in full swing.

—Some schedule changes to the WTA’s China Swing.



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Home Is Where the Gold Is

Home Is Where the Gold Is

Home Is Where the Gold Is

For some athletes, nationality can be tricky….or an opportunity.

For some athletes, nationality can be tricky….or an opportunity.

By Ben Rothenberg
August 7, 2024

Naomi Osaka represented Japan at the Olympics. // Getty

Naomi Osaka represented Japan at the Olympics. // Getty

As they sat next to each other on a bench in Paris Monday night, a guy from Mississippi offered a guy from Louisiana some distinctly Southern medical advice for how he might patch up the cuts on his ragged right hand.

“I’m not putting no damn duct tape on it,” the guy from Louisiana replied.

A few minutes later, “The Star-Spangled Banner” played and both men stood with their right hands over their hearts. Sam Kendricks, the guy from Mississippi who had competed for Ole Miss, had his hand covering the S and A of the “USA” written across his shirt; Armand “Mondo” Duplantis, the guy from Louisiana who had been a star for LSU, had his hand covering the E and N at the end of “SWEDEN.” 

The story of the world’s best pole-vaulter will ring familiar for American tennis fans: An enormous homegrown talent opted to represent greener shores overseas.

Duplantis, born and raised in Lafayette, Louisiana, where he grew up with a pole-vault pit in his backyard, has improbably become the biggest Scandinavian star of the 2024 Olympics, and arguably the biggest representing all of Europe.

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As it was for immigrants of various vocations, the United States was a popular destination for overseas tennis champions throughout the 20th century, with many of the best switching to representing America during their careers. In the amateur era, the champion Molla Bjurstedt Mallory switched from representing her native Norway to representing the United States midway through winning her eight US Open titles, spanning 1915 to 1926, after marrying American stockbroker Franklin Mallory. 

More dramatically, an 18-year-old Martina Navratilova had defected to the United States early in her career after a loss in the semifinals of the 1975 US Open, requesting political asylum so she could escape the Communist regime in her native Czechoslovakia, which was exerting strict control on her tennis travel. Navratilova won all 18 of her major singles titles as an American. Other high ­profile transfers to the United States came later in careers: Both Czechoslovakia’s Ivan Lendl and Yugoslavia’s Monica Seles acquired U.S. citizenship and switched to representing the United States as their respective countries disbanded in the 1990s. 

But after the Cold War thawed out, the growing number of players who moved Stateside to chase their tennis dreams at Florida academies were no longer commensurately changing their allegiances along with their addresses. Most famously, Siberia-­born Maria Sharapova moved to Florida at age 7 with her father, Yuri, and has lived in the United States ever since. She fit in with the locals right away, speaking English with no trace of a foreign accent and acquiring major American sponsorship deals. But though many Americans suggested Sharapova would fit right in, she remained representing Russia for her entire career. “I felt like Maria shoulda-coulda have played for the United States,” Mary Joe Fernández, the longtime U.S. Fed Cup captain, told me. “But, you know, we get some, we don’t get some.” 

Sharapova rarely played for the Russian Fed Cup team, and played few tournaments in Russia, but her successes at the Grand Slam events meant she remained one of Mother Russia’s favorite daughters. At the 2012 Summer Olympics in London, Sharapova was chosen to carry the Russian flag in the opening ceremony. At the 2014 Winter Olympics in her former hometown of Sochi, Sharapova was picked to carry the torch into the stadium during the opening ceremony.

Sharapova said in a 2015 interview on CNBC that the idea of switching to represent the United States wasn’t something she or her family had ever seriously considered. “I would have if I wanted to,” Sharapova said, “but it’s never been, actually, a question in my family or in my team whether I wanted to change citizenships.” Sharapova, whose sponsor portfolio never relied on any major Russian deals, said she felt tied to Russia because of its “rich culture” as well as the childhood years she spent there that she still considered formative. “I know that for so many years I was shaped into the individual I was from those experiences,” she said. “And not necessarily simply the country, but the people, the mentality and the toughness and that never giving‐up attitude.”

Though she never wavered from her official Russian identity, her apparent Americanization was scrutinized and lamented back in Russia. In 2018, Sharapova posted a picture of her mother and herself standing with their arms around each other in front of an artwork at The Broad, a Los Angeles art museum: one of Jasper Johns’s paintings of the American flag. The image caused strong divided reactions from Sharapova’s Russian followers, who debated in the comments if the image was unpatriotic or disloyal. “Masha is no longer ours,” one Russian commenter rued. “She will never return.”

After Sharapova, the USTA’s reputation for laissez faire came into sharp relief in 2013, when for the first time in the 40­year history of the ATP rankings there were zero American men ranked inside the top 20. There were, however, several players inside the top 20 who lived in the United States, including the dual citizen German-American Tommy Haas and U.S. permanent resident Kevin Anderson, who represented South Africa. 

Haas, who had lived in the United States since he was 13, said he wouldn’t mind being counted as an American to help shore up the ranks, “In many ways I feel like I am, so maybe you guys should too,” he said.

But Patrick McEnroe, then the general manager of player development for the U.S. Tennis Association, told me that persuading foreign-­born players to join forces with his federation was not something he would do in his role. “I would love for Tommy Haas to be an American, but that’s his call,” McEnroe said. “I know that he thought about that a couple of years ago. But at least from my perspective with the USTA, I can tell you that we don’t pursue any players that have that dual citizenship. I would never go to Tommy Haas and say, ‘Hey, I really want you to play for the U.S.’ In my role with the USTA, I wouldn’t do that.”

Sam Kendricks and Armand Duplantis are from Mississippi and Louisiana respectively. // Getty

Sam Kendricks and Armand Duplantis are from Mississippi and Louisiana respectively. // Getty

As the trend continued, it wasn’t just that foreign players weren’t choosing to switch to America anymore in the 21st century; many Americans were choosing to replant themselves on other soil, betting they could blossom more fully in less crowded crops.

Monica Puig would not have qualified for the 2016 Rio de Janeiro Olympics had she chosen to continue representing her longtime home of the United States, as she had at the start of her junior career; Puig, a Floridian for years, was ranked 49th when the cutoff was made for the 2016 Olympics, well below the quartet of top Americans who were taking the country’s four allotted spots. But because Puig had chosen early in her career to represent her birthplace of Puerto Rico, the U.S. island territory that has had its own separate Olympic committee since 1948, she was able to secure a spot in the exclusive draw under the Puerto Rican flag. Puig made the most of the opportunity: Playing the best tennis of her life, she stunned the field to win Puerto Rico’s first gold medal in any event in Olympic history. (Puerto Rican Gigi Fernández had won two Olympic gold medals in women’s doubles in the 1990s, but representing the United States.) The United States won 46 gold medals in Rio de Janeiro; an additional 47th won by Puig for the Stars and Stripes might’ve gained little notice. But playing for Puerto Rico, Puig was immortalized on the island as a sporting hero.

Even Americans born in the United States have been increasingly lured away in recent years. Ernesto Escobedo, a native Los Angeleno with a booming forehand, reached a peak ranking of 67th in 2017, then the ninth-best among American men. By January 2023, Escobedo’s ranking had slipped to 310th, behind 27 other American men. But on his way to battling through the Australian Open qualifying draw, Escobedo suddenly became his nation’s top player—because midway through the tournament his flag had officially switched to Mexico, a country with no other men ranked inside the ATP top 500 in singles.

“It’s always been in me that I wanted to play for Mexico, you know? Like, always, my whole life,” Escobedo said in a January 2023 interview with Mike Cation on the Behind the Racquet podcast. “Even if I was born in the States, in L.A., I was raised as a Mexican. I was raised with a culture, a Mexican culture, with my family, and I’ve always enjoyed going back to my [family’s] hometown in Zacatecas.” In many ways it was an obvious choice. Escobedo had told The New York Times he had been embarrassed to have the American flag beside his name after the racist, anti-Mexican rhetoric of Donald Trump had been a cornerstone of his winning presidential campaign.

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The trend of Americans opting to play for ancestral homelands has been most pronounced among Asian-Americans, with U.S.-born players like Jason Jung (Taiwan), Ena Shibahara (Japan), and Treat Huey (Philippines) all becoming some of their country’s biggest stars this century. 

The most prominent case of an Asian-American tennis star opting to play for another country, of course, is Naomi Osaka, who was born in Japan but moved to the U.S. as a toddler when she was 3. 

No one would have doubted the Americanness of the Osaka sisters: They were natural-born as American citizens through their father Leonard Francois’ American citizenship and had lived in the United States since their early childhoods. But once Mari and Naomi started entering professional events, for which players were required to list a single nationality on tournament entry forms, they consistently affiliated themselves with Japan. When Naomi had made her professional debut in Jamaica just before her 14th birthday, as a dual citizen who had lived for more than a decade in the United States, it was “Naomi Osaka (JPN)” listed on the draw sheet. That pivotal decision, which was reconsidered and pondered but ultimately never changed, had profound effects on Naomi’s career. 

“We were talking about that a lot,” Daniel Balog, Naomi’s first agent, told me of the dilemma of which country Naomi should represent. “We were thinking: In case it really takes off, which market is better? And we were thinking of the United States, I’ll tell you. There was definitely a lot of talk about it.”

The commercial success of Kei Nishikori, Balog told me, was a major consideration. “You saw that he was an absolute superstar in Japan,” said Balog. “Obviously the Japanese market is massive if you are very good, and they’re willing to really get behind you…. And it was less competitive on the Japanese side because she was the lone star. With the United States, there’s so many good players, right? You’d compete against Serena, Madison Keys—so many. So I think it was a good move; I think it was great.”

Katrina Adams, who served as president and chairman of the USTA for two terms from 2015 to 2019, similarly to McEnroe, told me the USTA gave players space to make their own choices. “That’s the thing about America: You can be who you want to be,” Adams told me. “I can name 20 players that grew up and trained in America while becoming top 5 in the world representing other nations. But you are who you are. And so, yeah, [Naomi] lived in New York as a kid, but she’s Japanese. And that’s who she represents, and that’s her choice.”

Harold Solomon, an American who coached Osaka in Florida before her choice was cemented, had lobbied the USTA to recruit her but told me the overtures the USTA made to Naomi and her family were ultimately too little too late. “I think if the United States possibly had stepped up at the time and said, ‘Look, we’re willing to make this investment, we’re willing to do this or send a coach with her and help pay for her expenses,’ I mean, there’s as good a chance as not that they would have done the U.S. thing,” he said.

Years after Naomi Osaka and her parents made their choice, she won two US Opens and two Australian Opens under her belt, and questions about how America missed out on this generational champion swirled. Osaka has gone on to win more major singles titles than any other player born in the 1990s, and more than any other Asian. While she has remained based in the United States, only occasionally visiting Japan, she has been embraced by the country. In Tokyo in 2021, Osaka was picked to be the first tennis player to light the cauldron at an Olympic opening ceremony.

Ivan Lendl in 1980, when he still represented Czechoslovakia. // Getty

Ivan Lendl in 1980, when he still represented Czechoslovakia. // Getty

Osaka lost in the first round of these current Olympics, ceding the spotlight to stars like Duplantis to have their own biographies more widely learned. Duplantis’ mother, Helena, was born in Sweden, and Duplantis decided to represent the country in his early international career, despite having never lived in the country and not speaking the language. But after he switched, and after his breakout success made him one of Sweden’s most famous sportsmen, he studied Swedish intensively. When Duplantis won the 2020 Jerringpriset, the annual award given to Sweden’s top sportsman, the country was further won over by Duplantis giving his acceptance speech in Swedish. “When the Swedish people have finally given him their immense love, he gives it back to them and speaks the people’s language—BEAUTIFULLY!” said Swedish radio journalist Bengt Skött.

The reaction back in Duplantis’ home state of Louisiana has been considerably more mixed, making the obscure sport of pole vault into a local flashpoint for callers to debate on local sports talk radio. Scott Prather, a host on ESPN Lafayette Radio, told me that he pulls for Duplantis as a hometown hero but frequently hears from natives who don’t. “I don’t know that there’s anyone that actively roots for him to fail, per se,” Prather told me. “But I’ve heard some—even some that work in sports—that say, ‘Look, if he’s going up against an American in the Olympics, I’ll root for the American.’ And my response is, ‘But he also is, like, from right here, your hometown, you know?’ I’ll debate with them: ‘So he could go up against somebody that you know nothing about, in a sport you don’t watch, who is from the Midwest or the West Coast, and you’re rooting for the other one?’ And they’re like, ‘As long as it says “USA” on the chest!’”

“I don’t argue with them,” Prather added. “To each their own, but it’s a weird juxtaposition: There’s a part of you that you feel like you’re rooting local in terms of your roots in your country, but you’re not really rooting local in terms of what has been brought up in your backyard. I guess they view it as patriotism? I don’t have a problem with that. I don’t try to really change anyone’s mind, I just try to give them all the information.

“I don’t know how it is in Sweden for him. I hear it’s a little different,” Prather said. “But to be the best ever at something, and in your hometown not have the full support?”

Any bitterness over Duplantis’ defection among American sports fans should probably come off as greedy: Even without Duplantis, the United States has won 21 gold medals through Monday at the Paris Olympics, the most of any nation, with many more likely to pour in; Sweden has won only three.
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But few of the American golds came with anything like Duplantis’ sparkle. A few minutes after he declined the duct tape suggestion on Monday night in Paris, Duplantis easily broke the Olympic record in pole vault, and then broke a world record of his own for the eighth time, clearing an unprecedented height of 6.25 meters—that’s 20 feet and six inches in Louisiana. 

Kendricks, the guy from Mississippi, had topped out at 5.95 meters—nearly a foot less in Mississippi. Having claimed the silver for the United States, Kendricks spent the last half hour of the competition leading the cheers for Duplantis. A Greek guy from Athens—Greece, not Georgia—rounded out the podium with bronze.

Amid the excitement and celebration at Duplantis’ gravity-defying feats, there was bafflement on both sides of the Atlantic. Many European fans couldn’t understand why a Swedish superstar had been so reverent to the American anthem, which was playing as 100-meter-dash gold medalist Noah Lyles stood atop the podium on the other side of the Stade de France. Many Americans couldn’t understand why a guy from Louisiana was decked out in Swedish blue and yellow, setting records for another country. 

Thousands of Swedes flocked to Paris to watch Duplantis, dotting the stands of the Stade de France with yellow. Many wrote messages for him across their Swedish flags: “Kung Mondo” (King Mondo) read one horizontal stripe; others used the yellow cross to make mini crosswords of “Mondo/Flying Swede” or “Gold/Mondo.” 

Once Duplantis had come back down to earth with another world record on Monday night, he ran a victory lap with the enormous Swedish flag his father had handed him floating behind his shoulders. The DJ inside the Stade de France played a track they might have labeled as the Swedish national anthem: “Dancing Queen” by ABBA.

Maria Sharapova was the torch-bearer at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, her hometown. // Getty

Maria Sharapova was the torch-bearer at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, her hometown. // Getty

Editor’s note: This piece was adapted from Naomi Osaka: Her Journey to Finding Her Voice and Her Power, by Ben Rothenberg

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The Beef Bracket

The Beef Bracket

The Beef Bracket

Testy exchanges at the Paris Olympics.

Testy exchanges at the Paris Olympics.

By Giri Nathan
August 2, 2024

Iga Swiatek gets a lecture from Danielle Collins at the Olympics. // AP

Iga Swiatek gets a lecture from Danielle Collins at the Olympics. // AP

As far as tennis is concerned, this Olympics has been a beef Olympics. So much beef on the singles court, most of it inscrutable, all of it involving the U.S. contingent in some way.

The only one that I fully understood: Coco Gauff’s beef with the umpire in her quarterfinal versus Donna Vekic. Gauff pleaded for a hindrance call after a corrected line call, didn’t get it, and the ensuing argument dragged on for nearly five minutes and brought her to tears. She lost the match two games later. It’s the third time this year we’ve seen this particular Gauff vs. umpire beef, following similar incidents at Roland-Garros in June and in Dubai in February. I don’t think this beef was warranted—the umpire appeared to make the correct call, which was quite difficult in real time—but I at least get the core of Gauff’s complaint, and I get why video review would smooth over these situations. It was a messy and draining scene. For a 20-year-old who spends almost the entirety of her time in the public eye so preternaturally composed, it’s a strange emerging pattern.

Forget the umpires, though—the player-to-player beef in the women’s draw has been far more compelling, if far less parseable. This is the stuff of pure WTA Mad Libs: “audacious smack talk between Qinwen Zheng and Emma Navarro at the Paris Olympics.” To my untrained eye, nothing particularly scandalous occurred during the actual third-round match between these two. All that can be said is that it was competitive. Zheng went down match point at 3–5 in the second set before winning 6–7(7), 7–6(4), 6–1. Afterward, Zheng celebrated in unremarkable fashion and approached the net for a handshake. Navarro met her with a smile (only later revealed itself as sarcastic), held on to Zheng’s hand, and began a long tirade, shaking her head. I’m sad the camera angle was so poor, because the online lip-readers would have reveled in this. Fortunately the players each summarized that conversation for the press. “I just told her I didn’t respect her as a competitor,” Navarro told AFP. “I think she goes about things in a pretty cutthroat way. It makes for a locker room that doesn’t have a lot of camaraderie, so it’s tough to face an opponent like that, who I really don’t respect.” That’s about as vicious remark as I’ve heard on the tour in a decade, and it’s coming from two players I don’t remotely associate with the art of beef.

Zheng also offered her own account, per the AFP. “She told me she doesn’t know how I have a lot of fans,” she said. “It looks like she’s not happy with my behavior towards her. If she’s not happy about my behavior, she can come and tell me. I would like to correct it to become a better player and a better person.” Setting aside the rest of the absurdity, it is funny for Navarro to wonder how a top 10 tennis player belonging to the most populous ethnic group on earth could possibly have a lot of fans. I also laughed at this ice-cold line from Zheng: “I’m glad that she told me that. I will not consider it an attack because she lost the match.”

Every additional line I read about this exchange hurled me further into the depths of noncomprehension. How bad could Zheng’s contribution to locker room “camaraderie” possibly be? Shoving people into lockers and giving them noogies? And is Iga Swiatek her partner in crime? Because this wasn’t the only opaque reference to “locker room” conduct in this week’s beef. On paper, a quarterfinal pitting Iga Swiatek against Danielle Collins is a more sensible environment for beef. Swiatek has a history of gamesmanship—stalling the server, flailing her limbs wildly before the opponent plays a passing shot, the usual bathroom-break high jinks—that have slowly crept into the popular tennis discourse. Danielle Collins has a history of…being Danielle Collins. She yells a lot. Louder than anyone to have ever played pro tennis, probably? It’s a combustive pairing. They also have some history. Swiatek rose from her grave with a double break in the third set to deny Collins what would’ve been a huge win in the second round of this year’s Australian Open. Swiatek then destroyed her in their next matchup at Indian Wells.

Unlike Navarro–Zheng, this match had some outwardly contentious moments. Early in the first set, Collins beaned Swiatek in the stomach at close range, leaving her doubled over. At the end of the second set, Swiatek took a leisurely nine-minute bathroom break, saying after the match that she’d asked an official about the time limit and was told there wasn’t one. Early in the third set, Collins was bouncing the ball, ready to serve, when Swiatek held her racquet up as if to wait for some fans to stop moving around. “There’s, like, no one behind me,” Collins said, audible on the court mics. “Play at the server’s pace.” That particular delay method is a Swiatek staple, and certain oppositional fan bases out there were thrilled to see a player acknowledge it aloud. Collins retired at 2–6, 6–1, 1–4, citing an abdomen injury, and the ensuing handshake was a disaster. Collins said something that left Swiatek visibly agitated and confused. She sort of elaborated in the press, though I’m going to need a native speaker of Collinsese to explain to me what any of this means:

“I told Iga she didn’t have to be insincere about my injury. There’s a lot that happens on camera, and there are a lot of people with a ton of charisma and come out and are one way on camera and another way in the locker room. And I just haven’t had the best experience, and I don’t really feel like anybody needs to be insincere. They can be the way that they are. I can accept that, and I don’t need the fakeness.” I need the realness too! You guys have got to be way less elliptical if you’re going to get this spicy. Swiatek, for her part, said she had no idea what she was talking about either.

As fate would have it, this was the beef half of the bracket, and the two beefed-with players would meet in the semifinal with a guaranteed medal at stake. Zheng, who had just retired Angelique Kerber with a firecracker quarterfinal win, took on Swiatek on Thursday. History was not in Zheng’s favor, on multiple levels. Swiatek came into the match with a 25-match winning streak on these courts, extending back to the 2022 French Open. At that tournament, a teenage Zheng, yet to break out on tour, took one tiebreak set off of Swiatek before getting wiped out. In the years since, Zheng has since become an elite player and Australian Open finalist, but she still hadn’t figured out that essential puzzle: 0–6 against Swiatek. That changed on Thursday. Zheng ran away with the first set and leaped out of a double-break deficit in the second to claim her first win in the topspinniest matchup on the WTA. A devastated Swiatek wept and said she “blew it,” before presumably going back to terrorizing her peers with alleged insincerity.” She won the bronze medal match on Friday, but didn’t celebrate it. Congrats to Queen-wen, who is the first Chinese woman ever to make the Olympic singles final. Win or lose, she must kindly explain what the hell is going on in that locker room.



The Hopper

—Andy Murray has finally retired.

—And so has Angelique Kerber.

—Carlitos has withdrawn from Montreal.

—CLAY Tennis remembers the time Novak abandoned his partner.

—Rafa and Novak play one for the road, via Giri.

—The Washington, D.C. ATP tournament is in full swing.

—Some schedule changes to the WTA’s China Swing.



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The Paris 2024 Olympics Shoe Report

The Paris 2024
Olympic Shoe Report

The Paris 2024
Olympic Shoe Report

Players embrace national pride—and colors—in Paris.

Players embrace national pride—and colors—in Paris.

By Tim Newcomb
July 30, 2024

Brands seem to have two different approaches to the Olympics. The biggest—think: Nike, Asics, and Adidas—take an all-encompassing approach, introducing Olympics-themed colorways that will span across all sports. That means most athletes wearing these brands don’t have colorways that match their country, but colorways that help market the brand. Other brands, such as New Balance, Yonex, and Wilson, take a more player-by-player approach that often gives athletes colorways to fit their country’s flag. Here’s a taste of the models treading on the red clay of Roland-Garros.

COCO GAUFF

New Balance Coco CG1 “Star-Studded”

New Balance announced this fully U.S.A.-themed colorway even before Wimbledon started, reminding us at the time that we had plenty to look forward to when we returned to Paris. The latest iteration of Coco Gauff’s signature shoe—and another model available to fans at retail—is drenched in red with white stars atop blue in various places both on the midsole and collar. Paired with her U.S.A. kit, largely in blue, Gauff’s footwear certainly pops with plenty of American flair.

Images courtesy of New Balance

Images courtesy of New Balance

NOVAK DJOKOVIC

Asics Court FF3 Novak “Paris”

While most Asics athletes enjoy the brightness of neon yellow and orange as part of the brand’s Olympics colorway, Novak Djokovic has a decidedly more Serbian-themed design for his player-edition shoes, a style that is also available at retail. A white base, his Court FF3 design features accents of red, blue, and gray, sometimes in confetti style across the midsole and tongue. After having worn an all-red version during Roland-Garros, Djokovic’s white-based look gives him a fresh approach to the Paris clay.

Image courtesy of Asics

Image courtesy of Asics

TOMMY PAUL

New Balance Fresh Foam X CT-Rally

New Balance has embraced the Stars and Stripes aplenty in Paris. From Gauff’s signature shoe to special-edition colorways of both the Fresh Foam X CT-Rally and FuelCell 996v5 available to fans, we have so much red, white, and blue to choose from, it is impressive. The 996 comes with one shoe blue and the other red, both with U.S.A. on the back, while the Fresh Foam style worn by Tommy Paul is white-based with one shoe featuring a red tongue and the other a blue tongue. Paul went full ’Merica with his training outfits and has really played up the look while in Paris.

Image courtesy of New Balance

Image courtesy of New Balance

CARLOS ALCARAZ + RAFAEL NADAL

Nike Electric Pack

In what could be the final colorway Rafael Nadal wears on the Paris clay, Nike gave the King of Clay a player-edition version of the Electric Pack. While the brand made the Olympics-themed colorway available at retail in the Vapor 11 and GP Challenge 1, they didn’t do the same for the Cage. Don’t fret; Rafa got his shoes, with his signature logo still seen on the heel and tongue. In what is a fun argument for doing brand themes, Nadal and Alcaraz paired in doubles sporting matching footwear colorways.

Image courtesy of Nike

Image courtesy of Nike



— Yonex really embraced country-specific colorways for this Olympics. The two best are the shoes for Casper Ruud, which is a mostly blue design with the Norwegian flag and “Ruud” on the heel, and the Stan Wawrinka personalization, which features the Swiss flag and his name on his heel.

Nike’s Electric Pack, which appears across 55 footwear styles at the Paris Olympics, merges an ostrich print first seen on the brand’s Air Safari in 1987, designed by Tinker Hatfield, with a bright orange.

— Asics embraced a bright yellow and accents of orange for its “Paris” colorway. These are certainly the loudest of the shoes we’ll see in Paris.

— Adidas went with an Olympics-themed brand colorway, dubbed the Flame Collection, that is available for Adidas tennis athletes across the Barricade, Cybersonic, Ubersonic, and Avacourt.

— With Andy Murray retiring after the Olympics, this could be the final time we see Under Armour tennis shoes.

— Marta Kostyuk is quickly becoming one of the most fashionable tennis athletes on tour, and her Wilson kit offers up a blue Rush Pro 4.5 to match the blue dress the Ukrainian athlete is wearing.

— Oh, Leylah Fernandez, how you intrigue us. The Lululemon athlete doesn’t have a footwear deal and is sure making things interesting in that department. She wore Puma basketball shoes at the 2023 US Open, has switched between On and Asics in 2024, and is now showing off a completely new option in Paris in all red. Fernandez appears to be one of the first to ever wear Aesem Athletica, a brand that says it will have a limited-edition model available at retail “soon.”



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Sinner's Strange Summer

Sinner's Strange Summer

Sinner's Strange Summer

As injuries and illness mount, Jannik Sinner hasn’t lived long at the nexus of good form and good bodily fortune.

As injuries and illness mount, Jannik Sinner hasn’t lived long at the nexus of good form and good bodily fortune.

By Giri Nathan
July 26, 2024

Jannik Sinner’s reign at No. 1 has occasionally been a bummer. // AP

Jannik Sinner’s reign at No. 1 has occasionally been a bummer. // AP

Peer consensus moves faster than the actual ranking system. Jannik Sinner was the best player on the men’s tour, and everyone in the office figured it out before the computers did. Back in March, Tommy Paul borrowed a flavorful idiom from his Argentine fitness trainer and said that Sinner was “absolutely playing naked.” Gatekeeper of youth success Novak Djokovic issued his ruling in Monte-Carlo: “Best player in the world so far in 2024.” Chief rival Carlos Alcaraz said in Indian Wells that Sinner was “the best player in the world, without a doubt” (and went on to beat him). By June, Sinner had amassed the ranking points to claim the No. 1 slot for the first time in his career, at the age of 22, courtesy of an absolutely murderous run over the previous nine months, and yet he also somehow…has had an underwhelming summer? How can one underwhelm when you’ve just become the 29th man in history to claim the top ranking? Sinner’s 42–4 start to the season would be the envy of any player to pick up a racquet. He won the Australian Open, Miami, Rotterdam, and Halle. He has made deep runs at all majors and beaten every other top player. But as we approach the strange interregnum that is Olympic tennis, and Sinner’s out with illness, his fans must feel sad that he hasn’t gotten to fully enjoy his reign at the top. He hasn’t lived long at the nexus of good form and good bodily fortune.

Physically speaking, Sinner had some endurance issues in the past, and he had yet to prove that he could carry this level of tennis, with this kind of workload, through a whole season. The first scare came at the start of clay season: a right hip injury, never explained in full detail, likely aggravated in Monte-Carlo. After his semifinal loss to Stefanos Tsitsipas, he took five days off without touching a racquet before Madrid. It flared up in his second match, but he played another, got an MRI, didn’t like what he saw, and withdrew from his quarterfinal. Next was a full-on press conference, where he explained to a heartbroken Italian press that he wouldn’t be playing at the country’s flagship tournament in Rome. This is the burden of a world No. 1; now you’ve got to hold a whole press conference to explain why you’re not playing a 1000-level event. But in that conference, Sinner also made a passing remark about not wanting to “throw away years of my career,” which left open the door for dire speculation about the severity of the injury. The Italian writer Emanuele Atturo offered this charming armchair diagnosis of his tortured countrymen: “A widespread, social feeling of anxiety, hypochondria and medical alert on a national scale. His suffering has become ours, at least in the form of phantom pain, of constant thoughts about that hip.”

Leading up to Roland-Garros, it was unclear whether or not Sinner would play; tea leaves were read in Instagram training photos. He showed up to media day and said he was physically fine, just out of match shape, but I didn’t find his words all that convincing. Far more convincing were his first five rounds of flawless victory. Even his eventual loss to Alcaraz was impressive, in its way, as both of them labored through cramps and dull patches—the tour’s twin stars both flickering, then sporadically meeting each other in brilliance. Sinner went up two sets to one, and if he’d closed that out, perhaps we’d be looking at the relative status of these two players quite differently right now. But it was Alcaraz’s day to win in five sets, and he went on to win the next match and claim what is surely the first of many Coupes des Mousquetaires.

But Sinner, a multi-surface threat, got right back to winning as dirt turned to grass. Entering his first-ever tournament as the world No. 1, he won at Halle, even solving the miserable problem of the Hubert Hurkacz serve on grass. At Wimbledon, he nimbly danced through a challenging draw. Nobody wants round 2 Matteo Berrettini on a lawn; Sinner understood the task, played three immaculate tiebreaks, and seized the win over his friend. Big-serving Ben Shelton was a straight-sets exit in round 4. Only in the quarterfinal against Daniil Medvedev did Sinner’s body begin to fail him. Some of this is due to Medvedev’s own dark designs, as he dragged Sinner into pulverizing rallies of 24 shots and 32 shots in the first-set tiebreak alone. But partly it’s just bad luck. Sinner explained later that he’d woken up ill that morning, and we could all see the evidence in his ashen complexion, visible discomfort, and the peculiar 11-minute break in the third set after the physio recommended that he leave the court due to dizziness. Sinner returned to make a five-setter of it, but not at his full power, and he later said he was frustrated to see his good tennis waylaid by illness. “It’s tough, because I was feeling the ball in a very positive way,” he said. “It’s a tough one to swallow.”

The world was deprived of another Sincaraz matchup; Alcaraz went on to win a second consecutive major. Afterward, displaying a level of humility bordering on dishonesty, he continued to call Sinner the best player of the season. It would have been wonderful to see them match up at the Olympics, back on the same clay where they played their last nasty five-setter. But on Tuesday we heard the first murmurs out of Italy that Sinner had yet to travel to Paris for the Games, due to a non-COVID illness, and on Wednesday Sinner announced that he would be skipping the Olympics completely due to tonsillitis, per doctor’s advice. Things turn so quickly. At one point in the late afternoon of June 7, Sinner was a set away from putting away his rival, and four sets from evening the Slam count at two apiece. Instead, Alcaraz ran up the score four to one by taking Roland-Garros and Wimbledon, and lands in Paris as the prohibitive favorite to win the gold medal, while Sinner is (I hope) at home eating soothing ice cream. He’s still got the No. 1 ranking for now, but I bet he would happily trade it in for any one of those three precious chunks of metal.



The Hopper

—From Clay magazine, Rafa may withdraw from the singles in Paris.

—But if he does play, he’ll face Novak in the second round.

—And Elena Rybakina has pulled out altogether.

—Angelique Kerber will retire after the Olympics.

—Leander Paes and Vijay Amritraj have been inducted into the Hall of Fame.

—Olympic tennis not enough? Don’t forget the ATP is in Atlanta this week?

—From Defector: An appreciation of the Tour de France winner, Tadej Pogacar.

—Is Amazon building a sports media empire?



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Novak's Big Moment

Novak's Big Moment

Novak's Big Moment

A gold medal is the only prize that’s eluded Djokovic.

A gold medal is the only prize that’s eluded Djokovic.

By Van Sias
July 26, 2024

Novak would love to improve on bronze in Paris. // AP

Novak would love to improve on bronze in Paris. // AP

At this point, it’s pretty much a done deal: Novak Djokovic will end up with more Grand Slam singles titles than his greatest rivals, Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer. He’s also blown by them as far as time spent atop the rankings goes.

The list of Djokovic’s accolades over the past decade-plus is nothing short of astonishing. However, one accomplishment has escaped his grasp, and that’s being the last man standing atop the medal podium at the Summer Olympics. In fact, he’s only made it to arguably the most hallowed place in sport once, with a bronze-medal finish in 2008.

Of course, no one can win every tournament—even though Djokovic almost has. Like Federer and Nadal, he’s the owner of a career Grand Slam and at least one Davis Cup title. He’s also the winningest player at the year-end championships, a tournament that always stymied Nadal, but one where Federer found success. The Swiss did retire with an Olympic gold medal, claimed in doubles, while Nadal has two of his own in singles.

There’s only one male singles player in the history of the sport who’s triumphed at all of the most prestigious events, and that’s Andre Agassi, who wrapped that up 25 years ago with his unexpected French Open win.

Djokovic has been vocal about chasing records as he goes about staking his claim as the GOAT. Olympic gold would have more of an impact on his legacy than it does for the Rossets, Massus, and Zverevs of the world (or even the Nadals and Murrays). Win it and he equals one of the rarest achievements ever in men’s tennis. Lose, and he’s left to ponder “what if?” What if he doesn’t draw Juan Martin del Potro in a first round or drop a three-setter to a player he had a 6–2 head-to-head lead against in Sasha Zverev?

With Jannik Sinner’s pre-tournament withdrawal, Djokovic—fresh off a run to the Wimbledon final on a surgically repaired knee—is now the top seed, but he isn’t the favorite. That lofty designation belongs to Carlos Alcaraz, the reigning French Open and Wimbledon champ who just showed how well he can handle the clay-to-grass transition—though he’ll be going in reverse this time.

This is likely Djokovic’s last Olympics—at least as a serious contender. It’s hard not to imagine a 40-plus-year-old not taking a crack at it again, especially if he doesn’t win this go-around as he navigates a brutal draw in Paris, one that includes a potential matchup against Nadal in the second round. He’s mostly thrived under pressure but isn’t immune to it—as evidenced when a calendar-year Grand Slam is on the line. This time, a shot at history—and a legacy-defining win—awaits.

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