One Day in the Life of Roger Federer

One last match.

An entrance that will bring the world to its feet in a grand outpouring salute.  A thunderous noise of an outward blend of joy and sorrow, reluctantly and dutifully subsiding to give way for history to run her course. 

A final opponent to face in the twilight of a stellar career. The last of a swirling of faces, younger and older, superior and inferior, conquerors and the conquered. 

A warming up, a gentle kindling to roar the competitive fires to start up an epic battle one last time. A slow steady ease of motions before the galloping battle o'er the plains washed in the autumn sunset.

One last set.

The rising and ebbing flow of the game rounding that approaching corner as the crowds beg and plead for a slowing of time's pace. They frantically search for every motion to accompany their own memories of classic and superb form of years gone by.

One last game.

The knowing rise of tension seeps through the collective hearts. A monstrous farewell approaching soaked in grateful anguish.  Watery eyes threaten to wash nostalgia throughout.

One last point.

A last chance to see a pioneer move to respond with crisp footwork, steady racket flow in a zen, graceful tai-chi-like motion. Squinting to see the last flicker of creative grace to signal an end to tennis' golden age. 

One last speech

Heart-felt words mixing gratefulness with a legacy now cemented intact. A raise of a hand, acknowledging the incredulous adulation.  Fans and legendary figures of previous eras mingling with the fiery competitors of tomorrow. 

One final exit

Cameras light and flash the way for his exit out of the stadium and forever into the hearts of tennis lovers everywhere.