He is into the finals. But Nadal won't be there and the victory (if achieved) wouldn't taste like it ought to.
It's not really like the good old days, but atleast its something.
Those times were good. You went to bed assured, that however big and bad the world might be, there were things that din't change - Roger Federer Wins. You held on to that precious certainity, clinged to it, for.. it comforted touchy nerves.
Then came along Nadal to threaten the order. We comforted ourselves with a 'this too shall pass'. But no passing storm this, it eventually conquered all - even the sacred grass courts. Its been painful ever since and we slowly went back to being our cynical selves - disenchanted with the ways of world.
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