Federer's body couldn't outrun the clock, but he had the time to make a statement of talent, class, substance & style
Roger Federer can toy with time - even in a highway chase, where the difference is in microseconds. The roll of the wrist, the flick of a racket. Pausing only to tease. When he winds up his shot there's some to spare. Federer doesn't advance, he apparates like those wizards in a Harry Potter-sequence, appearing magically to put racket to ball. Knees bent then straightening into an upright stance as he caresses a backhand that cuts. He was the miracle.
