Funny in I'm not a Tennis guy at all but I found myself scanning this New Yorker article today. The first paragraph relates to all athletes I think.
Greatness doesn't slowly fade. It "flickers".
Greatness doesn't slowly fade. It "flickers".
In the summer of 2002, before the U.S. Open, Pete Sampras, slowing and struggling and contemplating retirement, at age thirty-one, brought back his old coach Paul Annacone. Then Sampras, who was seeded seventeenth, went on to win the tournament, defeating Andre Agassi in the final, stunning much of the tennis world. He retired shortly thereafter. Annacone, who’d later coach Roger Federer, among others, has a theory about how a tennis great ages. It’s not that all aspects of her or his game diminish at the same pace, or that the ineffables of greatness—the self-confidence and the hunger to win, and the ability, under pressure, to find yet another gear—atrophy steadily and irrevocably like fast-twitch muscle fibres. Greatness, Annacone suggests, comes, with time, to flicker. It can flare in late career, but will never again glow every week. And don’t count on finding some switch for it in the moment in which nothing short of greatness is what’s required to win.