Roger Federer broke Richard Gasquet’s service in the 7th game of the 2nd set with such grace and style that it would have been easy to miss the Swiss champion’s breathtaking power.
He made it look easy, which is always a sign that he is doing it the hard way.
Federer, as often happens, was getting so hot that he was playing in a zone different from the one Gasquet inhabits; as the cliché has it, he was raising his game to another level. Say it any way you want, Federer was obviously enjoying himself and he was also just a little angry, in that understated Swiss way he has, and he was showing it. There is British understatement, stiff upper lip, nothing-to-it-old-boy. There is that cold German style, murder on autopilot, no emotion. The Swiss are phlegmatic when they go on full-throttle-no-more-fooling-around, but you can see their facial muscles tightening. Federer nods almost imperceptively. His brow furrows, his eyes narrow.