The announcement has been made, the interviews have been given. David is back home in Unquillo with his family. And with his new life that might require some getting used to.
Even if right now he still has the two exhibition matches with Rafa Nadal to get ready for.
Now, as I've mentioned before I didn't make any preparations for this situation. There were no pre-written eulogies or best-of lists
I could pull out of my metaphorical drawer. And this month I have very little time, due to other important obligations.
Therefore Vamos David takes something like a break now.
That is to say - if there's important news of any kind I'll post it.
Otherwise I'll be back at the beginning of November with the lead up to the exhibitions, David's big farewell party.
See you then.
A little video from the ATP website:
Edit: A new interview with David (for the Madrid Masters website, in English) you'll find here.
Plus here's one of the articles on David's retirement that I liked, one that was written in English, so I don't have to translate it first.
The Talented Mr. Nalbandian
by Steve Tignor (tennis.com)
David Nalbandian, age 31, ranked 231, announced his retirement today. What will you remember most from his 13-year career? For a player who never reached No. 1 or won a major title, he offered us a lot—some of it was glorious, some notorious.
On the plus side, there were his Grand Slam successes, which included a run to the Wimbledon final in 2002, and subsequent semifinal appearances at each of the other three majors. There was his biggest title, the 2005 Masters Cup. There was his stellar Davis Cup record; a devotee of the team event, he went 23-6 in singles and led Argentina to the final three times. There was also his ability, rare among the men today, to hang with the elite. Nalbandian, a junior rival of Roger Federer’s, beat him eight times as a pro, and recorded 13 wins over the Big 4 in total. He had that kind of talent, and he was an all-surface threat.
On the minus side, there was Nalbandian’s unfortunate signature YouTube moment, perhaps the most infamous swift kick in the game's history. During the Queen’s Club final in 2012, he booted and destroyed a wooden box in front of a linesman. It left the guy with a chunk of lumber in his leg, and left Nalbandian disqualified. As far as Nalby’s talent went, yes, he had it, but no, he never made the most of it. He reached match point against Andy Roddick in the U.S. Open semifinals in 2003. Three years later, he was up 4-2 in the fifth set against Marcos Baghdatis in the semifinals of the Australian Open. Both times he was on the brink; both times he lost. He'll go down as one of the best players never to win a major.
At the end of 2007, Nalbandian showed the world exactly how good he could be by tearing through that season’s last two Masters events. In Madrid, he beat Nadal, Djokovic, and Federer in succession for the title. Two weeks later at Bercy, he beat Federer and Nadal in straight sets, again for the title, and bageled Rafa in the second set for good measure. Going into 2008, naturally, expectations for Nalbandian were sky high. How did he respond? He failed to get out of the third round at any of the Grand Slams that year. While he was certainly injury prone, few would disagree that Nalby, who sported a permanent spare tire and seemed as passionate about rally-car racing as he was about tennis, was an underachiever. It wasn’t for nothing that he was handed one of tennis’s more memorable, and less flattering, nicknames: Fat Dave.
Still, whether he won or lost, played brilliantly or squandered his chances, I was always a Nalbandian fan. For me, what stands out about him is this: He was the one of the very few players with a two-handed backhand who became a cult figure among the game’s style cognoscenti. Normally, beauty in tennis is thought to come from the one-hander. Ken Rosewall, Evonne Goolagong, Justine Henin, Richard Gasquet, Grigor Dimitrov: Fans typically sing the praises of the flowing single-handed backhand. David Nalbandian could make us do it with two. His backhand—easy, silky, varied, lethal—was my favorite two-hander to watch. But that wasn’t the only appealing aspect of his game. Nalbandian was smooth all around, his forehand was a paragon of balance, and he could volley; he was as fun to watch on a doubles court as he was in singles. He may never have been in tip-top shape, but when he was clicking, he didn’t need to be. Often, he seemed to simply materialize at the ball, perfectly positioned for the next shot. When Nalbandian had time to set up, few struck the ball as cleanly or carved up the court as clinically. (Nalby also, in his spare time, wasn't afraid to sing. See him try it, with epic results, here.)
What if Nalbandian didn’t have time to set up? That's when he couldn’t match the Big 4, or the other, fitter top players of his day. He struggled when he was on the defensive. More important, he lacked a champion’s consuming desire and iron belief. Like another great, flawed talent of his era, Marat Safin, Nalbandian was at his best in Davis Cup. With a team to play for, he could override his doubts and frustrations and finally show off everything he had. In those moments you could see that if Nalbandian wasn’t as gifted as Nadal, Djokovic, or Federer, he was just one cut below them.
Yet even in Davis Cup, he undermined himself. During the 2008 final, Argentina played at home against a Spanish squad that was missing Nadal. Nalbandian, putatively the team leader, argued with the young star Juan Martin del Potro, who lost a crucial match on the opening day. Two days later, the team went down to a painful, tearful defeat. Argentina, despite the country’s unmatched passion for the competition, has still never won a Davis Cup.
Yet those crushing Cup defeats also let us see another side of the sometimes-grouchy Gaucho. The public may remember him best for his Kick at Queen’s. I remember him best in Moscow in 2006, after Argentina had lost a decisive fifth rubber in the Cup final to Russia. Afterward, the loser, José Acasuso, was bent over in despair. This is what I wrote about that moment the next day:
“The final point provided what will be one of my lasting tennis memories of 2006: The sight of José Acasuso in tears on the sideline after losing the deciding rubber; and his teammates, in particular David Nalbandian, who had played so hard all weekend to give Acasuso a chance to win it, rushing around him to console him.”
Thanks for the memories, Nalby. Your talent, your backhand, your imperfect individuality, are proof that tennis is about more than just its champions. It can also be about those who fall short, but make us happy to watch anyway. You never won big, except with those of us who love the game.