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　　转发一篇Usatoday上的评论，这是我喜欢的调调：

Nadal-Federer Wimbledon marathon was a classic
By Mike Lopresti, Gannett News Service
This was how an immortal contest should end.
Two tennis hardheads slumped in their chairs, faces vacant of expression, because there was nothing left to give. After five sets, nearly five hours of play. After more peaks and valleys than the continent of Asia. After rain delays, because even Mother Nature apparently needed a break when Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal met.
This was how a classic match should be.
One special moment after another after another, from midday to an English summer dusk.
One of the men finally won, because one of them finally had to.
But how could they squeeze all that drama into such a small grassy space?
With grace and honor and the knowledge no effort had been left undone in the defense of what had been his. "I tried everything," Federer told the crowd at the All England Club when it was finally over Sunday, holding up the award for second place, probably feeling like a lion holding up a stalk of celery.
This is how a prodigy should herald a changing of the guard.
Face down on the court, awed by the wonder of what he had just done. Nadal talked of a fulfilled dream, and has any athlete, anywhere, worked harder at the moment of truth to earn the right?
No.
We often have to be careful about the hyperbole with our sports. Merely because a game just happened, we tend to exaggerate its spectacle. There have been many greatest games ever played, that really weren't.
But honestly, I don't know how you could embellish what happened at Wimbledon Sunday.
The past framed the moment. Federer, the reigning king. Nadal, the relentless challenger, who had conquered the world on clay but never grass.
Together, could they create something extraordinary?
The numbers do not lie — 6-4-, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7. They speak of a long day's journey into night. A stare-down contest of sorts. Five hours is a long time to play with neither man blinking.
This was a grand rivalry before Sunday. But this Wimbledon raised it to a new stratosphere, up there with so few neighbors. An Ali-Frazier. A Palmer-Nicklaus. An Affirmed-Alydar. Not many more.
If tennis can't profit from a day like this, it is hard to understand why.
I happened to be at a resort lodge for a family reunion Sunday. The weather was beautiful, the lake inviting. But inside, the crowd was thick around the lobby television as two European men fought through a fifth set.
Some of these folks were not exactly tennis buffs. "This is for the world championship, right?" one woman asked her husband. "And which one is Federer?"
What would John McEnroe say?
But she stayed inside, through every serve, every lob, every passing shot. They all did. This was Tiger Woods and Rocco Mediate at the U.S. Open, except in tennis, trees and bunkers do not get in the way of the confrontation. It is one man squarely against the other.
The thought occurred that you don't need a week of Super Bowl hype or NBA pyrotechnics, or baseball's heritage to make something so compelling, it is hard to take away your eyes. You don't need Americans, to enchant an American audience.
You just need two competitors in a titanic battle of will. The points will come and go, by the dozens. The hours will pass, seemingly with no decision in sight.
And then it will finally end, when the defending champion hits a return into the net. After that, Nadal and Federer both lingered at Centre Court, waving to the stands.
Know when a sport event is truly remarkable? When you can't decide who to applaud for the most — the winner or the loser.