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Can Coria Come Back?

You know you are in the off-season of tennis when odd ideas start seeping into the brain. Maybe it’s just my own withdrawal symptoms kicking in, but lately I have found myself thinking of Guillermo Coria, of all people. In fact this column could easily be called, “Whatever Happened To….”

Coria has suffered through one of the more disastrous free-falls in recent tennis memory this year, spurred in large part by a shoulder injury that seems reluctant to heal. In particular this has affected his serving motion, leading to what people term “The Yips.”

This is a player I was not especially fond of, for starters. I have to admit that upfront. He had too much of that testy little guy mentality for my tastes, right up there with that other pit bull on the tour, Lleyton Hewitt. In fact you could call Coria kind of a Hewitt Junior. No surprise they played one of the more contentious Davis Cup matches in recent time when they duked it out in 2005’s series before Hewitt prevailed in four sets.

So why is it I find myself vaguely missing the little creep? With that wiry, ultra mobile body of his, and that small ferret face with those high cheekbones, Coria seems like an alien from another planet. He should have hooked up with Jelena Jankovic of Serbia, one of the women’s new good young players on tour, whose exotic features have led some to call her the Alien. Think of the offspring these two could crank out. I find them rather beautiful in their oddity. But Coria is married to Carla, a stunning brunette from Croatia, who has been a rock of security for him in this downward spiral in his career.

Mind you, the Argentines have generally seemed to me like they are from another planet. There is alienation even among themselves. Nalbandian is referred to as the Armenian, and with his blond hair and blue eyes he certainly looks an anomaly among his countrymen. Gaudio is more their mainstream guy, he is good-looking and popular and more “one of us.” But lately his career has been all over the place too. At least Gaudio and Nalbandian have not been caught with their hands in the cookie jar of illegal substances. That’s the other thing about the Argentines, they appear blithely indifferent to the things they put into their systems. Canas and Puerta are coming back on tour in the new year after serving out their drug suspensions apparently none the worse for wear.

The 24-year-old Coria, nicknamed “Guille” (pronounced gee-jay), had a suspension too a few years back, but right now his main problems are keeping his shoulder healthy and hoping his mentality doesn’t sink too low in terms of confidence. He’s had several operations on the shoulder, and may have tried coming back too early.

We could view his career as a cautionary tale of how a player can become obsolete in a very short period of time in today’s power game. You cannot simply endure out there on court, you need a few weapons to fight back with. I’m scratching my head to describe a weapon Coria has; there really aren’t any. Yet he made it to Number 3 in the world in 2004 with 7 titles on clay, his best surface, and 9 wins overall.

He’s not just a clay courter, though, as evidenced by this interesting statistic. In 2004 Coria was one of only three players, besides Roger Federer and Andy Roddick to win titles on all three surfaces. And in ’05 he was one of a bare handful (Federer and Nalbandian) who made it at least to the Round of 16 in all four Slams.

His game relies on speed, movement and compact strokes, and, in particular, mental tenacity. He seemed to float effortlessly about the court, retrieving everything in sight, and his technique always appeared pretty good. But as the game kept getting bigger, and as someone as fierce on clay as Nadal came along, Coria realized he had to up the ante. His strokes needed more pop, he tried to play above and beyond what his body perhaps was ready to take on. An injury was probably ready to happen.

It turned out to be the shoulder, spreading down to tendinitis in the elbow. His results started to head south in 2004, highlighted especially at Roland Garros, where he was up two sets on countryman Gaudio in the final when cramps set in, Gaudio got a second wind, and Coria ended up the one left in the dust. It was a meltdown of nuclear proportions, and I would be very surprised if Coria managed to put it entirely behind him.

Coria began 2006 ranked #8 in the world; now he’s down to #116. He could manage to put together three wins in a row only once this year. Here is a sampling of how it went: He beat Youzhny in straight sets in the opening round of Monte Carlo, then came back from 6-1, 5-1 down to beat Mathieu in the next round. Then he beat another tricky player, Nicholas Kiefer, in a three-set war of who could double-fault the least. How do you say “rollercoaster ride” in Spanish?

Never one to take a loss lying down, Kiefer bad-mouthed Coria in the post match press conference, saying he “never saw a player making so many double faults except Kournikova in the women’s game.” I think he really meant to say Dementieva but we’ll let that pass for now. Never one to let an insult go unpunished, Coria retorted with, “But I won the match, I broke his serve more than he broke mine.”

Not too long ago we were so afraid of tennis being dominated by power servers that we may forget what awaits on the opposite end of the spectrum, namely a match where the least double faults wins it. Just for laughs I went to Coria’s stats. He had 287 double faults this year. I nearly fainted. That’s spread over only 25 matches played all year. That’s about 11.4 something double faults per match. Major Yips.

Coria’s high point were those three wins in Monte Carlo, but then he got blasted 2 and 1 by Mr. Nadal on his way to victory. Coria then went out in the first rounds of Munich, Rome and Hamburg this year, losing to Gremelmayer on clay in Munich. Seventeen double faults attended that match, followed by 23 more in Monte Carlo.

“What goes through your mind when you’re serving?” inquired a reporter at one of Coria’s press conferences. Coria explains it thusly: “What happens to me is that I forget the movement. So what I have to do is remain calm….what is important is to keep concentrating.”

To his credit I have to say Coria still keeps his feisty outlook even in these troublesome times. He doesn’t like speaking English in his press conferences so he mostly talks to the Spanish speakers. He has no hesitation about defending someone like Canas during his drug suspension trouble. “Canas is not a criminal,” Coria said in an interview, “He didn’t kill anyone. I know him very well and he would never take anything to give himself an advantage. It was an accident…The ATP and ITF must look at things more on a personal level and less in black and white.” Irascible still, and proud of it we suppose.

As for psychological counseling, Coria shoots that down just as quickly. “I am not working with a psychologist,” he says. “I tried it for two weeks and I didn’t like it at all.” So much for those snotty mental health professionals. Blowing off Kiefer is one thing; blowing off your therapist is another. I’d never have the nerve in a million years to do that. Maybe this is why I have grown fonder of the little squeak.

Coria is also good at blowing off coaches, too. He’s been through four of them this year. The latest quit just recently, saying Coria wasn’t motivated enough to make a return. A coach I thought would last a bit longer, Jose Higueras, told Coria his basic technique was sound and he needed to keep focusing on his movement. Coria has been one of the top three most sparkling movers on a tennis court so that sounded like good advice. Concentrate on what you do well and try and make that your engine to pull the serve along.

Fellow Argentine Hernan Gumy has entered the coaching fray just recently. Let’s hope he can restore some order to the troubled house of Coria. Coria had a smallish operation recently of undisclosed origin that sidelined him for a week, but he claims he has rested his body for a good six week period and he is working now with both a fitness trainer and a new coach to prepare for ’07.

Mostly it’s up to the brain of Coria to decide if he really wants it enough to dig out of this hole. Some people in chat rooms are wondering if he still feels the passion to compete. Does the beautiful Carla occupy too much of his time? Are there personal problems? Have his success and fame and money gutted his competitive zeal? Have the injuries sapped his confidence? Or has the game simply abandoned him, as newer and bigger players come on tour and the ante gets upped for little guys?

Now we’re at the heart of the matter. What I like about Coria is that there’s still a lot of fight in this little dog, as the folks in Texas like to say. I want to see him get back in the mix. Tennis needs the Wee People. For every Safin, Roddick or Berdych, we need a few more Corias, or the Hewitts, or the Rochus brothers, or someone like Justine Henin-Hardenne on the women’s side. They are figures closer to our reality, they are not bigger than life, they have to work harder for their success. We can relate to that. I can relate to that at least.

Coria is part of the infinite variety that our sport needs to maintain its growth. Let’s hope he finds that gear which can bring him back to his former level.

Top Ten Moments From Women’s Tennis

Since we covered the men last week, this week we are reviewing the top moments in 2006 from the women’s game. Please feel free to chime in with your comments if you feel something deserving needs to be added here.

Number 10.
The Withdrawals. Many of the top women players fell by the wayside due to illness and injury. This played havoc with fields this season and drove many a tournament director up a tree. At the end of the season the WTA announced proposed changes in its so-called Roadmap 2010, now 2009, designed to curb the injuries and maybe deliver a few players to where they are supposed to be playing.

Number 9.
Maria Opens a Fruit Stand. The infamous banana episode at the US Open, where Sharapova got coaching from her father on the intricacies of peeling that banana. If this doesn’t shame the WTA into doing something about illegal coaching, nothing will. They did. They basically threw up their hands and decided to make it legal.

Number 8
Maria wins the Open. She gets over her banana attachment and grows fond of snagging a second Grand Slam trophy instead. Much better for business anyway, as her agent has probably told her already. It had been over two years since her first Slam win at Wimbledon and we were starting to wonder, “Whither Maria?” I know, I know, if we look at another advertisement of her we’ll all scream in unison. But when Maria is healthy to play, nobody plays the power game better. Or serves bigger. Or has a better killer attitude. This girl isn’t afraid to break a nail, kudos to her for knowing how to kick ass. Five titles, a jump from #4 to #2 in the world and a 59-9 record prove it.

Number 7
Justine Henin-Hardenne wins Roland Garros. She worked very hard this year and managed to stay healthy long enough to get into every major final. She capped the season by taking the year-end Championship in Madrid. She nearly had us liking her again. With 6 titles, a 60-8 season record and that #1 ranking at the end of it all, how can we ignore her?

Number 6
A flock of new kids hit the block. Nicole Vaidisova continued to build on her growing success in 2005 with a good run at Roland Garros and her entry into the Top Ten, although consistency is still something she needs. The Eastern Europeans kicked forward two “Ich Girls” from Belgrade, Ana Ivanovic and Jelena Jankovic who give every sign they’ll play even better in ’07. Anna Chakvedatze of the Ukraine won two tournaments and showed some steady play in the second half of the season, boosting her ranking to #13, just ahead of Jankovic at #12 and Ivanovic at #14.

Number 5.
Those ever so boss Boss ballboy models in Madrid. Maybe if the sponsors of the event when it was held in Los Angeles had thought of this luscious innovation they might still have the tournament, who knows? Who says there’s no lust anymore in tennis?

Number 4.
A three-way tie at the top. While the men’s field had a hard time whipping up some steadfast rivalries, the women revisited ancient Rome and came up with a triumvirate of sorts. Sharapova, Mauresmo and Henin-Hardenne tossed the number one ranking back and forth among themselves, giving some semblance of conflict and interest in the women’s game. Fortunately for us as viewers we are seeing three distinct styles of play. And certainly three distinct personality types. Sometimes endearing, sometimes not. Sharapova corners the market on the power game when her serve is working; Henin-Hardenne has harnessed both power and touch to her game, while Amelie has finally gotten a grip on her seesaw mentality. No reason this could not continue into next year, providing they all stay healthy.

Number 3.
Martina Hingis returns to the game. I realized I had nearly left her off my list altogether because somehow I was not as won over by this blessed event as much as I thought I would be earlier in the year. Hingis captured our fancy as an underdog against the really big hitters. But now I feel like I’ve been there and done that and I am ready for the next chapter. What is her next chapter? It had better not be coasting on her laurels, her game cries out for more powerl. Look at what Henin-Hardenne has done to improve her game and she’s even smaller than Hingis. I hate to sound like a drone, but Hingis needs to find a bigger gear for next year otherwise she’s going to get permanently mired at #7 ranking. Her game is about finesse, but she needs to add some power. Won’t somebody take her into a gym and chain her to the deltoid press? You can break a nail or two, darling, it won’t hurt!

Number 2
The ugly debacle of the final at the Australian Open. Justine retires in sad fashion against Amelie Mauresmo depriving the Frenchwoman of the glory that attends one on the winning of your very first slam. Justine to her credit went from Ogre of the Year to a stellar finish at the top of the girly heap. I think I’m over it now.

Number 1.
Amelie wins Wimbledon. A moment of loveliness for all of us Mauresmo fans, and thank God. Some iffy performances ensued later in the year from Mauresmo, but she backed up her win in Australia with an even more impressive one at Wimbledon. And against her nemesis Henin-Hardenne. This one was for real.

See also: The WTA Gets A Grip

Top Ten Moments From Men’s Tennis

Now that the men’s year-end championship has concluded from Shanghai, we can look back and hopefully savor the year in our sport and find those moments that held special appeal for us. This is not to suggest that they are all pure moments of wonderful tennis, but rather events that tugged at our memories as we look back over the year. We’ll start with Number 10 and count down to the favorite moment.

Number 10
Roger Federer takes the Australian Open. The year commenced with Federer’s first of three Grand Slam titles, this one down under over a field that unhappily was not as strong as it could have been. Nadal was made for this surface so people said, but he had a foot injury and did not play. Fortunately, Roger was as strong as he needed to be, beating new kid on the block Marcos Baghdatis in four sets.

Number 9
“I challenge” was the new call heard on tennis courts around the world when summer started, as both tours introduced the new Hawkeye electronic line calling system. What took you guys so long? So far it has gone well, adding some soothing calm to the furrowed brows we were seeing after so many bad calls. Finally an innovation we all could applaud, and did. And we’ll overlook the fact that it took them forever to get this system up and going.

Number 8
Andre Agassi retires. So much was made of this when the day finally arrived for Andre at the US Open, and then it seemed the waters closed over him just as quickly and it was all gone. We wanted him to have a deeper run, I personally wished he had done this a year ago, at the Open, when he was still reasonably healthy and could go out on a higher note. But the body was too far gone this season and it was not to be. Fortunately in terms of this column, the man who beat him, Benjamin Becker, was “discovered” by my co-writer playing the challenger events earlier in the year, so we are both quite happy to see him having an excellent first year on tour.

Number 7
Nikolay Davydenko of the Ukraine gets our Worker Bee Award. The guy won a ton of matches everywhere on all surfaces, so we should probably add The Healthiest Player Award along with The Most Consistent Player of the year.

Number 6
Roger Federer tries to play back to back Master Series events (Toronto and Cincinnati) but gets his bell rung in the second round of Cincy against Andy Murray. Unfortunately Murray probably can’t clutch this win too proudly to his chest, his play over the year varied from God awful lackluster performances to smooth and polished ones. Let’s term this upset a prime sample of how even the mighty grow weary.

Number 5
Blake over Nadal in straight sets in Shanghai. Rafael Nadal has three good reasons now to avoid James Blake, Blake rang his bell on all three occasions they met this season. The last time was at the year-end championships, where Blake made an impressive run including this beautiful two-set masterpiece which we thought was the best highlight for American men’s tennis this year.

Number 4
The brilliance of Rafael Nadal on clay. A blitzkrieg run through the spring, taking out Federer in Monte Carlo, Rome and then at Roland Garros. Roger no doubt was seeing red in his dreams after that season, and we all thought, “Finally, here is the lad to challenge Roger.” Well, didn’t quite work out that way, but Nadal broke a venerated record, Vilas’ 53 winning streak on clay, with his own 62 match wins.

Number 3
Roger Federer takes his fourth Wimbledon in a row. That Swiss guy again, and with some particularly sweet revenge over his springtime nemesis Nadal. No one expected Nadal to even be there in the final, and he acquitted himself very well. But it was a strange match, and even though Roger won in four, it left us with a feeling of things being unsettled between Number One and Number Two in the world.

Number 2
The Rivalry That Sputtered. The second half of the season basically saw Roger riding off into the sunset. He would not meet Nadal again until the last event of the year, even though they played several tournaments together. Nadal became spotty in his play, losing to an odd assortment of players and none of them named Roger. The first half of the year the raging debate among tennis aficionados was, Is Nadal In Roger’s Head? The second half became, Is Nadal Afraid of Roger?

Number 1
A screaming forehand cross court winner. The shot of the year from somewhere near the front row seats. It’s that Federer lad again, this time in Shanghai. Against Nadal and on match point. Roger basically kissed the field goodbye with that shot, capping one of the most impressive years ever in men’s tennis. Three slam wins, the final of the fourth, the year-end title and a sprinkling of Masters Series wins along the way. Nadal never knew what hit him, frankly neither did we. An awesome point that encapsulated Federer’s year perfectly, and probably has the rest of the field wondering if they should even bother showing up in ’07. We hope they do. But it probably won’t matter.

Read more about Benjamin Becker here

The WTA Gets A Grip

You have to laugh out loud when you read about the new changes for the WTA tour and why they were chosen. Particularly the item about allowing on court coaching. As you may know, they experimented with this near the end of the year. The powers that be in the WTA, whose members are mostly male by the way, appear ready to decree that on-court coaching is good, it adds to the fan base. They are thinking of allowing it from the stands as well.

Here’s how the announcement went: “In light of the positive feedback from fans, broadcasters and others, and in recognition of the difficulty in policing coaching from the stands, the Tour also intends to put forth a proposal in the coming months to legalize coaching from the stands, subject to important parameters that would ensure no disruption or interference with play.”

Hmm, this sounds suspiciously like they’re saying, we all know that illegal coaching from the stands goes on all the time and even though we tried….God knows, we TRIED, we just couldn’t…do anything about it, (and that whole thing with Maria and the hand signals from her father and the banana…well, we just can’t endure getting laughed at again), so…well…we’re throwing up our hands and saying, let’s make it LEGAL!

What a novel idea, we must say. There’s a tasty little pastry of ideas and changes the Tour brass are playing with. I hesitate to call it a waffle just yet, let’s see how it plays out. Changes that would shorten the season and ensure that the top players show up for tournaments they commit to.

Its a risky proposition these days to buy a ticket to a tennis event – especially if it is a smaller one – where the chances are good the player you bought that ticket to see pulls out due to whatever. There have been lots of whatevers this year so now the tour will reduce the commitment players must make from playing at least 13 tournaments down to 11. There’s even some thought about combining men’s and women’s events, which would be nice I suppose, but I don’t seem to have a strong opinion on that one. I do, though, on this proposed on-court coaching thing, an idea which should be strangled quickly, before it hatches.

Yesterday I spoke with my collaborator Nina Rota, and was surprised to hear she feels quite the opposite. For her the change would be good for the game. It would be more fun to watch a real contest rather than one where the player getting her butt kicked hasn’t a clue how to correct it. A bit of legalized coaching might overcome that. The player could make the adjustment and put on a better show.

I say, yes, go for the better show, but on your own.

Actually, a goodly number of people around tennis have spoken out against the on-court coaching. The gist of their arguments is that it’s SINGLES, for heaven’s sake. Just you and your internal clock that should be telling you when to eat, what to eat, when to challenge a call, and what strategy you should be adding to or subtracting from on court.

Besides, do you really want to see your mother out on court? Assuming she is your coach. Considering what some of the young players endure at the hands of tennis parents, maybe being on court is a nice break from family togetherness. Tennis is so much a game about what goes on between the ears, why tinker with that? That’s why I have a bug up my wazoo about this.

Earlier in the year there was that moment when Roger Federer showed he was human after all. He got testy with Tony Nadal coaching Rafa from the stands in Rome. He took it as more than just a personal affront, it was an affront to the sport. Roger is a purist, the way he is about using a 90cm faced racquet. Other top players including Amelie Mauresmo and Maria Sharapova also had a negative response to the idea of coaching. Even Sharapova, of all people, holder of the most egregiously bad example of illegal coaching this season.

When the WTA refers to the “positive feedback from fans, broadcasters and others,” I noticed that no mention was made of the guys and girls at the heart of the matter, the players. Unless they are included in the “others” category. I haven’t seen an official survey yet but it’s probably true that the closer you get to the top of the rankings heap, the less the players like the coaching idea. They’ve already figured out how to coach themselves; you should too.

This could be a point where we segue into the notion that tennis is an elitist sport and that is what compels us, so why fool around with that? But this will be a whole other can of worms to be opened later, during the time of Off-Season Appeasement, when we’ll need a few good battle royales to keep us warm and happy.

The Tour board members call their plan RoadMap 2010. Lately it’s been pushed up a year. RoadMap 2009. Do I hear a 2008? Their eagerness is staggering. Let’s hope we’re not on the highway to hell.

To read more about rule changes go to 2006 WTA Championships: Last One Standing

The Cream Also Rises: Boss Ladies

Well wonder of wonders, we managed to pull a pretty decent final out of the women at the year-end championships in Madrid on Sunday. Of course the semis featured better play overall, but still. The men should be so lucky. They do their thing this week in Shanghai. It will probably take me that long to figure out the time zones.

Justine Henin-Hardenne beat Amelie Mauresmo in two sets, and the score, 6-4, 6-3, does not really indicate the good stuff contained herein. Sure, we may have wanted to see three sets, but the two we got were pretty high quality. There was some good serving, along with the usual baseline bombardment.

But surprise surprise, there was a lot of, dare we whisper its name, serve and volley. Amelie started it in the very first game, which is not too surprising in her case. Then Justine did the same in her opening game. OK, I thought, great, we are going to play anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better. That promises good things when both players come out of the gate feeling their oats. Both looked confident and physically on top of their games from the get go.

Sharapova would have loved to start like these two did in her semi-final match against Justine. Instead she came out as flat as a pancake. I wonder why. She’s usually way down the road at this point in her matches and already looking over her shoulder at the receding opponent. Maybe it was a bad biorhythm day for her. “Maria Succumbs To Bad Vibes,” shrieks the imaginary headline I was kicking around in my head.

Maria had her chances but out she went on Saturday, and that was as it should have been. We were probably all secretly, or in my case not so secretly, lusting for a reprise of Australia. Justine and Amelie were together at the beginning of the year there, how fitting they should be dueling at the end. And for a nice fat million dollar check to the winner.

Did they deserve it? Well, does ANYONE really deserve this obscene amount of money for having fun on a tennis court? If the market bears it, we guess so. This time it was straight ahead tennis without any drama. Definitely the round robin style of tournaments is the way to go if you have gotten tired, like me, of watching the usual blowouts in women’s matches that accompany the first week of the Grand Slams. The round robin bypasses all the piffle and we leap right into the cream of the top eight who played their way here. Make a mental note of this if you will, because the top eight have not made their way to the year-end championships since 1997. Too bad they can’t get the top women together sooner at some of the other events.

I detect a new note of power on the backhand of Henin-Hardenne. She is really whacking that ball now, in a more decisive fashion since last we saw her at the Open. It appears she cocks her wrist more emphatically at the end of the swing, adding an extra fillip of power.

The new serving motion she has I am uncertain about. She made changes recently to spare her arm any undue stress, but it looks kind of strange. There is no momentum from the swing now as she approaches and hits the serve. It seems she has to generate power more from her shoulder strength. I am wondering, how is this less stressful on her arm than what she was doing before? I don’t get it quite yet, so let’s carry this thought into next year and see how she plays.

Mauresmo uses this abbreviated service motion too, but to a lesser degree. She served pretty well throughout the week using this motion, but her serve could be bigger with a bit more momentum coming into the ball. This is one area of her game that could still be improved quite a bit, particularly as she double-faulted to end the match. Ouch.

Tracy Austin had her usual criticism of Mauresmo: she loops so many of her ground strokes instead of flattening them out. But the difference on Sunday really came down to attitude. Justine wanted it more than Amelie, her determination held at the key points. It has been “the best year of my career,” said Henin-Hardenne after the match. She sounded a bit surprised her body had held up over a week of five matches in six days.

For Amelie it was perhaps an even more spectacular year, with two Grand Slams in her win column and the ghost of Amelie the choker laid to rest once and for all. “Once you’ve tasted these emotions,” she said after the match, “these big moments, you want to have more.”

We want to have more of those Boss ball boys, an idea I like very very much. Especially when I found out that the men in Shanghai get no such perk. It’s nerdy types for you, my sons, in rugby shirts no less. But where do you go as a Boss boy when you’ve had the undeniable thrill of looking up Sharapova’s skirt for a whole week? We shudder to think. It must be all downhill faster than you can mutter, “Nice gams, baby.”

Forget the auctioning off of those Wilson racquets. Let’s divvy up the leftovers on the Ball Boy Front. That’s an improvement to the sport that some of us female fans might get behind.