It's that time of year again, the clay court tennis season is in full swing and the King of Clay is once again laughing all the way to the bank. Whoever Nadal's bank manager is, he must be laughing his head off as one fat pay cheque after another is paid into his client's account. Aside from the rich financial pickings, the thousands of points available on the dirt add up to a very nice little earner indeed where rankings are concerned. Monte Carlo, Barcelona, Madrid and Rome are perfect killing fields for Nadal as he majestically picks off his lesser opponents day in, day out, in preparation for the big one, the French Open. The King is celebrated everywhere he goes and his domination on the surface is always displayed on the show courts, at the best times, for the highest paying spectators and global tv audiences who look on as he routinely despatches his lesser mortals. Very occasionally, Nadal is stretched and made to play some fabulous tennis but too often his matches are way too one-sided to be of any real interest, more like exhibitions than matches. Zzzzzzzzzz...
You've a lot to say about a player you obviously find so boring.
Nadal is king on clay and the boy can also play on grass, but the difference is that on grass we get real matches throughout the tournaments,
Nadal will be 25 come Wimbledon ... and I'm not quite sure what you mean about 'real matches'. Nadal can still swat his opponents aside on grass.
I wish it could always be Wimbledon. The summer seems to die with the end of the tournament.
Know what you mean - and it does seem a long time before the North American hard-court season starts, mainly because so many players take a proper break after the combined hard slogs of RG and Wimbledon.