Roger Federer | english edition E-Book

Simon Graf

• Herausgeber: kurz & bündig Verlag
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Seitenzahl: 177

Beschreibung

We're delighted to introduce the Swiss bestseller about Roger Federer in English, brought to you by k&b Edition. It was written by Simon Graf and translated into English from the original German by Sophie Debrunner Hall. Over its 16 essays, Simon Graf's new portrait offers new insights into one of the greatest athletes of all time.Roger Federer is the global star who emerged from our very midst. Mad about ball sports from a young age, his playfulness and passion pushed him fur-ther and further – and on to dizzying heights. His sporting exploits are well-known, but who is the man behind them? For the last twenty years, Zurich-based journalist Simon Graf has fol-lowed Federer's triumphant journey through the great tennis arenas of the world for the Swiss press. Here, he an-swers the key questions: how did Federer become a Zen master of the courts? What part did his parents and his wife Mirka have to play? How did he maintain his love for the sport over all these years? Why does he owe eternal thanks to his rival, Rafael Nadal? How did he stay so normal? And what can we learn from him?

Leseprobe

Phenomenon.

Enthusiast.

Philanthropist.

Roger Federer

by Simon Graf

kurz & bündig verlag | Frankfurt a. M. | Basel

About the book

Roger Federer. Phenomenon. Enthusiast. Philanthropist.

The tennis virtuoso strikes each ball with a watchmaker’s precision. But he’s more than a Swiss national saint, enthralling the masses across the world with his elegant style of play, his groundedness and his resilience. At 37, the father of four is still diligently increasing his stardom. He’s considered not just the best tennis player in history, but one of the greatest athletes of all time.

The Author: Simon Graf

As a journalist for the Swiss “Tages-Anzeiger” and the “SonntagsZeitung”, Simon Graf (born 1971) has accompanied Roger Federer around the world. Graf originally studied history and German, has two daughters and lives with his family in Kilchberg by Lake Zurich.

Preface

Sometimes, it’s simply a matter of luck. When I started reporting on tennis for the Tages-Anzeiger and the SonntagsZeitung in Zurich, no one could have known that a certain Roger Federer would rewrite the record books, becoming a Swiss national hero and a global icon. I accompanied him on many of his victory tours around the tennis world and grew to know him better through several long, personal interviews. Whether in the garden of his rented house in Wimbledon after his first Grand Slam title in 2003, in his room in a luxury hotel in Geneva, in a cafe on the banks of the River Rhine in Basel or in Lenzerheide in the mountains of the Grisons, where he now lives. In addition, I had exchanges with him in countless press conferences and other media events, listening to him for hundreds of hours. I ­offer him my warmest thanks for his openness and his willingness to engage on subjects which reach far beyond the court.

The following biography is not authorised. However, over close to 20 years spent writing about Federer, I have been fortunate to learn much about him through conversations with him and with people from his family and sporting life. I can paint a good picture of him. Not just of the athlete, but of the person who, like the rest of us, has had his battles to fight – even if, from the outside, his life seems like a rapid succession of successes. In this book, I try to capture Federer’s many sides. A quick-tempered teenager, a tennis genius, a son, husband and father, an inspiration, ­strategist, manager of his own talent, victorious and defeated, an icon, exceptional athlete, philanthropist and more.

The portrait is not strictly chronological – instead it is a collection of 16 longer, thematically arranged pieces on Federer. It can be read from start to finish, or in whichever order you like. The chapters stand alone, and when you have read them all, the picture is complete.

Kilchberg, 31st of March 2019

1. The people’s king

It’s a beautiful day in paradise. The sun is shining and a light breeze is blowing through the mountains of Gstaad, making the summer heat bearable. It’s the 23rd of July 2013, and the resort town is looking forward to seeing Federer play. The global star hasn’t been here for nine years. But in his desperate search for match practice, he’s stopping in the Bernese Oberland. They’re so delighted that they’ve given him a cow again – as they had done in 2003, after his first Wimbledon victory. But when I happen to see Federer warming up on the courts of the Gstaad Palace a few hours before his match, I feel a pang of foreboding. I see nothing of the legendary elegance and ease, he seems stiff, robotic. His back is clearly still bothering him. Is it really a good idea to face the German Daniel Brands? No, it isn’t, as we learn a few hours later. Federer plays like a poor ­imitation of himself, seems restrained and soon resigned. After 65 minutes and a 3-6, 4-6 finish he leaves the court with his head bowed.

These are agonising months for Federer. Defending his title in Wimbledon, he fails against Ukrainian unknown Sergiy Stakhovsky in the second round. Throughout 2013, his chronic back issues resurface again and again. After his embarrassing performance in front of the eager home crowds in Gstaad, he’s unlikely to be keen to talk about his feelings. But of course he appears at the obligatory press conference and faces the excruciating questions − and there are quite a few. No one could blame him for keeping it short, but he takes questions for half an hour, even though he himself doesn’t know what will become of him and his back. And then he even takes the time for a chat with the son of former Swiss pro Claudio Mezzadri and the others who have eagerly waited to meet him for the first time. He swallows his frustrations at an uncooperative body, empathising with those who were so excited to see him. Having disappointed them on the court, he takes all the more time for them off-court. He probably wants nothing more than to leave and take care of himself rather than others. This side story speaks volumes about him.

I could have begun this portrait with descriptions of Federer’s magnificent victories. But it’s easy for victors to shine. A person’s true character only reveals itself in difficult moments. Like that day in the Bernese Oberland, at a low point in his career. Federer has often read the two lines from Rudyard Kipling’s “If” inscribed above the entrance to Wimbledon’s Centre Court. He knows them by heart:

“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same”

The poem ends on the words:

“Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!”

Kipling’s 1910 poem was directed at his son John, who would later die whilst serving in the First World War. To this day, it’s one of the most popular poems in Britain. Federer embodies the spirit of Kipling’s lines. At the very least of those above. For all his wins and titles and his rockstar life, the subject of constant admiration, he has stayed humble. And he refuses to be discouraged by defeats and setbacks.

Federer learned a lot at home, and not just in sporting terms. But the man from rural Basel also rose to the challenge of a life in the limelight and his role as a central figure in the global circus of professional sports. He realised early on that as a beloved player, he is no longer his own man, and that he carries a responsibility towards others. And he bears it, all the while staying true to himself. Whether he wants to or not, Federer shapes other people’s lives. Their admiration for him at times borders on the religious. His most loyal fans invest all their holiday days to fly around the world to see him and spend hours making Federer memorabilia, finding inspiration for their own lives in his.

The tradition of the red envelope is by now legendary, reaching back to 2003 when he first won at Wimbledon. Since then, the core group of fans hands him an envelope of good luck notes before each Grand Slam tournament as well as before many other tournaments. For his supporters, the greatest privilege is to be chosen as the courier to hand over the hundred or so messages during pre-tournament training.

To really feel the pulse of the tennis world, you should pitch up a tent in Wimbledon Park in July, during the “All England Championships”, stay overnight and try to secure tickets.

And then chat to your neighbours about Federer to pass the time. You quickly notice: not everyone with a Swiss flag stuck to their tent, a Swiss cross t-shirt or a baseball cap with “RF” on it is Swiss. The Federer-aficionados come from Calcutta, Shanghai, Melbourne, Dubai, Tennessee, and of course also Basel and London, from every corner of the world. Everyone can tell you the moment they “clicked”. There is surely no other athlete who has inspired such an urge to share in his fans, nor so many books in which the authors ponder what the tennis virtuoso has triggered in them.

Whilst sports are usually dismissed as uncool in cultural circles, here, too, Federer has captivated many. In an interview in 2017, German violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter told the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung: “I can’t understand how you could be a fan of any other living tennis player once you have seen Federer. You can’t help but fall for that beauty, that elegance, that wonderfully poetic style of play.” She spoke of how she had arranged her 2014 concerts in Australia so as to be able to see Federer play the final at the Australian Open in Melbourne. Too bad he lost to ­Nadal in the semi-final.

The five-time World Sportsman of the Year’s appeal may be global, but he is decidedly Swiss. According to Torsten Tomczak, Professor of Marketing at the renowned University of St. Gallen, studies on “Swissness” repeatedly turn out characteristics which Federer embodies. Federer stands for the values of both a modern and a traditional Switzerland: he’s cosmopolitan, but down-to-earth, hard-working, creative, ambitious, a family man, friendly, but firm, reliable and suitably modest. He doesn’t quite cultivate understatement like his rival Rafael Nadal, but also never crosses the line between confidence and arrogance. And, like Switzerland, he is neutral. Federer is the perfect diplomat, never publicly airing his views on sensitive issues. It’s a smart strategy at a time when journalists are hungrier than ever for a sensational headline to be shared a thousand times over social media.

There’s probably no other athlete who’s been interviewed as often as Federer. There have been over 1,400 post-match press conferences alone. Under that kind of scrutiny, there’s no hiding for long. His consistency was underlined by a survey conducted by the American Repu­tation Institute in 2011. Fifty thousand people were asked to rank 54 public personalities from politics, culture, business and sports on the degree to which they are liked, admired, respected and trusted. Federer came in second, just behind the now deceased Nobel Peace Prize winner Nelson Mandela, but ahead of figures like the Dalai Lama, Barack Obama and Bill Gates. In 2017, he was also awarded an honorary PhD from the Medical Faculty of the University of Basel for promoting the reputations of both Basel and Switzerland across the world, for his presence as a sporting role model, and for his involvement in his foundation’s work with children in South Africa.

What’s most astounding is how much his competitors like him, even though he almost always beats them. From 2004 to 2017 he won the Stefan Edberg Sportsmanship Award for fairness and integrity 13 times − on election by his fellow players. It was snatched away just once in that period, by Nadal, in 2010. This annual award should also be seen as the other tennis stars’ thanks for changing the atmos­phere of the professional tennis circuit for good. Whilst the former number ones like Pete Sampras or Andre Agassi tended to make themselves scarce and goad the competition, Federer mingles with everyone – no matter how old or young, good or bad they are. Perhaps a mark of his Swiss upbringing. Although he’s often called a (tennis) king, he’s a king of the people − in the changing room or players’ lounge, he’s stayed just one of the guys, unreserved and always up for a joke. His straightforwardness has relaxed the atmosphere on the men’s tour: “I always found it best to be nice to the new generation of players rather than making them feel it would be hell for them here,” Federer once said. “I think that rubbed off on Nadal and the other players. Of course tennis is a tough sport, but it’s still a sport. There are more important things in life.”

His friendly, personable attitude, however, doesn’t mean he tries to please everyone. He has always gone his own way and taken hard decisions when he felt they were necessary. Like the decision to part from several coaches, not to participate in the Davis Cup or to withdraw from the whole clay court season twice. And on the court he certainly knows no mercy. One of those who has suffered the most at his hand in sporting terms is Andy Roddick. They have faced each other in eight Grand Slam tournaments, and Federer won eight times – four of those in the final. ­After the Wimbledon final in 2005, Roddick turned to Federer and put it in a nutshell: “I'd love to hate you, but you're really nice.”

»Many of Federer’s character traits really

can be attributed to his parents: his down-to-earth

but cosmopolitan nature, his consistency, his fairness,

his strong family values, his humour and his sociable nature.«

2. Does the apple fall far from the tree?

A chance encounter often says more about a person than a wordy description. The former doubles specialist Eric Butorac has a telling story about Lynette Federer, Roger’s mother.

Butorac, Federer’s American successor as president of the Player Council from 2014 – 2016, was never much of a bigwig as a player. Certainly not in 2006, when he did the rounds in the doubles’ competitions of the second-rate Challenger Tour. In October that year, he also stopped at the Swiss Indoors Basel, bringing along his coach. Not because he thought he had much of a shot, but because he wanted to see Roger Federer live. After being knocked out in the second round, he and his coach hurried to the main arena, where the local hero was playing David Ferrer. Their players’ badges got them access to the stadium, but there were no more seats left in the stands. An usher suggested they try their luck in the sponsor boxes. They got lucky, spotting two free seats in a box in the front row, and snuck in after three games. The other four people in the box of six didn’t seem to mind. The “older woman”, as Butorac describes her in his blog, was actually extremely welcoming, “peppering me with questions about my own tennis career. Where was I from? Which racket did I use? What was my ranking? ... were only a few of her curiosities.”

After three or four games of conversation, Butorac wanted to finally concentrate on the match. He was there for Federer, after all. But since he was a guest in a sponsor’s box, he felt obliged to make conversation before he could get back to business in good conscience. So he asked the older woman: “So, is your company a sponsor of the tournament?” She replied: “Sponsor? Oh no, this isn’t a sponsor box. It’s a personal box.” Butorac was confused: “... personal box?” She explained: “Why yes… I am ­Roger’s mother. And (gesturing) – this is his father, his sister, and his agent…” The doubles player was hopelessly embarrassed to have snuck onto these exclusive seats. But Lynette Federer chatted away. “Do you know Roger? Are you guys friends?” His father Robert joined the conversation, but the bashful intruder was suddenly shy and tongue-tied. He was so uncomfortable that he could barely wait for the match to end. “It felt like the longest straight-set, Roger-in-his-prime, victory that I have ever witnessed.” He felt like a little child who’d raided the biscuit tin. After the match he dashed out of the arena to avoid meeting Federer himself. That evening has stayed with him. Even though he was a ­total stranger, the Federer box treated him like an old friend.

Two years later at the US Open, just as he was packing after losing at mixed doubles, José Higueras, ­Federer’s coach at the time, asked him if he was already leaving. He nodded. “OK, that’s too bad, I was just looking for a lefty to practise with Roger tomorrow.” Of course, Butorac wasn’t about to throw away this opportunity: “Did I say today? Sorry, I meant I was leaving tomorrow.” And so he got to know Federer himself, before later becoming his friend as his vice-president in the Player Council. He says of Federer: “I’ve seen him give more time and effort than are required to sponsors and fans, and I’ve seen him handle even the most invasive, uncourteous requests with unwavering grace. Some might think he puts on a show for the public, but that’s just who he is.” He’s been asked countless times whether Federer is really that nice. He always replies: “No, he’s nicer!” and that he knows where he gets it from. His parents. Many of Federer’s character traits really can be attributed to his parents: his down-to-earth but cosmopolitan nature, his consistency, his fairness, his strong family values, his humour and his sociable nature.

Lynette and Robert Federer grew up 11,000 kilometres apart: her in Kempton Park, a large South African city near Johannesburg, and him in Berneck in the Rhine Valley of St. Gallen. It’s an idyllic village of around 4,000 people, and on the wall of the town hall there hangs a bust of Federer − Heinrich Federer. Like the athlete, the poet (1866 – 1928) was officially a citizen of Berneck, but never actually lived there. Looking at the bust and its striking nose sideways, you could almost suspect that the two men must be distantly related. Robert Federer was raised in one of the oldest houses in Berneck and grew up helping out on the fields in the surrounding countryside. He was trained as a lab technician in the (now closed) Viscosuisse factory in nearby Widnau, where his father was a shift worker producing synthetic fibre. But he soon felt the pull of the wider world. First Basel, where he started at Ciba, and then, at 24 years old, South Africa, where he went to work for the same Swiss chemicals company. In 1970, he met 18-year-old secretary Lynette Durand in the staff canteen. They fell in love and became a couple. The youngest of four children, she had always dreamed of moving to England. Instead, she moved to Basel with Robert in 1973, where they married and continu­ed to work for the same company, now called Ciba-Geigy. In 1979, their daughter Diana was born, and, on the 8th of August 1981, Roger.

Lynette Federer grew up in a cosmopolitan family − she has a French name and surname (Durand), but also German and Dutch roots. At home they spoke Afrikaans, but having gone to an English school at her father’s suggestion, she speaks the Queen’s English. Once in Basel, she quickly learned Swiss German, easing her integration. Multilin­gualism later also became one of Roger Federer’s trademarks. Even though his father Robert left Berneck more than fifty years ago, you can still hear the St. Gallen roots in his dialect. It’s no coincidence that many successful sportsmen like Federer have a multicultural background. But if an extraordinary athlete were drafted at the drawing board, Lynette and Roger Federer would hardly have been the obvious choice of parents. Both are on the short side, if anything, and neither is a particularly exceptional athlete. But they noticed early on that their son had strong coord­ination skills. At 11 months, he could already walk on his own, Lynette told the Basler Zeitung in an interview for his 30th birthday. Maybe thanks to the “giant feet” he already had at birth. “He was quickly playing football and catching balls,” says Robert. “We played with him constantly − football, ping pong, later squash. There are lovely photos of him just peering over the top of the ping-pong table.” Lynette adds: “We always had a ball with us at the playground. You could send over a ball and it came straight back, whilst the other kids scattered them all over the place.”

When asked what he has inherited from his parents, Federer says: “In terms of tennis, it’s hard to say, since they both learned fairly late. And you can see that. Maybe athleticism. My mother played hockey and did ballet. And my father? He hiked in Appenzell. I think I had fairly normal starting conditions.” Lynette is the more athletic of the two. In South Africa, she made it into a regional hockey selection − but stopped because of the many hits to the shins. Robert had little time for sports when he was young. He played football from time to time and ended up with FC Widnau at 17 or 18, before leaving for the big wide world. He only discovered tennis at 24. When he met Lynette, it became their shared hobby: first in the Swiss Club in Johannesburg, and later, after they moved to Switzerland, on Ciba-Geigy’s company grounds in Allschwil.