Tennis was once a sport where skill and artistry thrived. For those brought up on the power game of today it will appear as if Borg and McEnroe (and Connors) hit the ball in slow motion. They didn't, instead they brought the game as played with wooden racquets to a new peak. Roger Federer may singlehandly be introducing the younger generation to the concept of footwork and ball control but for those who lived through the Borg v McEnroe rivalry this book brings it all back. The author understands tennis and more importantly understands the main protaganists in t his book. Their careers are put in context, their behaviour analysed and their other rivals given due deference. While sympathetic to both players this book does not ignore their flaws. Borg, it would appear, cracked under the strain of being the most recognisable sportsman (other than Ali) and ended his career prematurely, something which both McEnroe and Connors deeply regretted. McEnore emerges as a complex character, which we already knew, but Borg emerges as even more complex and as more passionate about the game than we had suspected. There are some wonderful moments, notably a match in which Borg summonded McEnroe to the net and told him to enjoy the great tennis they were both playing and to get too upset about anything else. That story is also mentioned in Bill Scanlon's excellent book 'Bad New for McEnroe". Finally this book goes into detail about the 1980 Wimbledon final - which brings back all the memories of perhaps the greatest match ever played. Flaws? There are a few - I would have liked the book to have been longer, dealt with their mutual rivalry with Jimmy Connors in more detail (thought it was dealt with well) and had more photos. Still those are small criticisms and this book is about as good as it could have been.
This is a good biography of 2 of the greatest modern day tennis players; obviously not as much in depth as the single autobiographies of them both but a good purshase for anyone interested in them and the tennis scene of now a past era.Its a good historical account of life on and off the courts of the world tennis scene.
I am so disappointed by this book which reads as if it has been written by a teenager. There is no clever word play, no sense of place, time or adventure. It reads as if it's been put togther in a week from cuttings. There wasn't one moment, one sentence or one lovely word to summon up what it was like. What's the point of this book if it's not written well? You might as well just get a video of the match. The man is no writer! Don't waste your money folks.