Wimbledon 1975 Poem by Michael Walker

Wimbledon 1975



I was near center court with its glittering grass surface
mown in strips where the twenty-two-year-old Jimmy Connors
would play Arthur Ashe, thirty-two and six-foot two in the final.
Connors was the odds-on favorite, having won Wimbledon in 1974.
Ashe had won the US and Australian Open singles before.
I noticed Connors bounced the ball a lot before his practice serves.

Connors, a left-hander, hit his ground shots from the baseline,
as did Ashe, so there were long rallies and frequent volleys.
Ashe soon took the lead through his big serve- and- volley,
while continually breaking Connors less powerful service.
Connors hit the ball on the rise to speed up the game:
For Ashe, ahead 6-1,6-1, slowing it down was the name of the game.

Connors did not look too flustered to me and, using
his two-handed backhand more, won the third set 7-5.
Impassive, like 'Ice-Borg, ' Ashe won the fourth set and the match.
Arthur Ashe now has a stadium named after him at Flushing Meadows.
Jimmy Connors won eight Grand Slams in a glittering career,
and is one of the highest peaks in the whole range.

- Feb.,2013.

Wimbledon 1975
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 25 September 2016

I congratulate the poet for having brought to us the nuances and the thrill of Jimmy Connors - Arthur Ashe clash in the men's singles final of the Wimbledon 1975 won by Arthur Ashe. I loved reading the poem. Thank you, Michael.

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Michael Walker 08 March 2017

I am glad that someone likes a poem about tennis. Thanks Rajnish.

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Douglas Scotney 02 October 2014

I remember the dismantling, MW

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Michael Walker 23 April 2019

I will always remember it too. Unforgettable. Thanks for the memories. Michael.

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