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I’ve had a few faves over the years, starting with Borg at the tail-end of his career, then Edberg, Safin, Federer in chronological order - but Edberg is the one at the top of the pile, so I'll go with him.
I first noticed Edberg at Junior Wimbledon, and then followed his emergence alongside a cluster of Swedes who came through in the mid-to-late 80s. Wilander had already broken through, but suddenly there was a mob of them - Edberg, Anders Jarryd, Joakim Nystrom, Mikael Pernfors, plus a few other lesser fringe contenders knocking on the door.
However, in the UK where I grew up, tennis coverage was pretty sparse outside of Queens and Wimbledon, maybe the French Open final if you were lucky. Occasionally there’d be highlights tucked away on World of Sport or Grandstand. Wimbledon was the tournament - everything else was random and rare.
So when Edberg won the Australian Open in 85 and 87 on grass it's like it somehow didn’t register properly (at the time). The AO was still rebuilding its credibility. It was the Swedes and Lendl who started to drag it back into relevance by going to play it, but for the mainstream UK general public, Wimbledon was still the only show in town.
Edberg’s straight-sets loss to Miroslav Mecir in 86 was infuriating. How was this grass court great in the making losing in straight sets? In ’87 he finally made the semis - only to run into an Ivan Lendl who had geared his entire season to winning Wimbledon (he never managed it either).
It wasn’t until 1988 that he broke through to the final and standing in the way was Boris Becker. By then, Becker was already Wimbledon royalty, twice a champion in his teens, and adored by the British crowd.
Edberg lost the first set. Play was halted. The match rolled into Monday.
But, I had hope - Edberg had played well in that first set. Composed. Calm. Unruffled. Even in that pressure cooker, he didn’t shrink. For the first time, I genuinely believed he could win, not just play a beautiful match, but win when it mattered most under the greatest of pressure.
So I choose this match not because it was his best performance (for me, the Courier win at the US Open and a number of others surpass it), but because it legitimised him.
I always thought Edberg carried an air of vulnerability - the sense that he could be rushed, overpowered, unsettled. Tony Pickard, his coach knew he was mentally vulnerable. That Wimbledon final proved he could handle the biggest stage, the heaviest pressure, and come out the other side holding the trophy,