The way things have been going this week in London at the ATP World Tour Finals, you couldn’t blame tennis enthusiasts from wanting to rename O2 Arena the O2 Abattoir. The place has been nothing less than a slaughterhouse.
We’re three full days into the tournament and not a single match has gone three sets. By the time the crowd filed in tonight for Tuesday’s evening match between No. 5 seed Andy Murray and No. 7 Milos Raonic, the more optimistic spectators were secretly hoping to see at least a tiebreaker. Not that it guaranteed any dramatics. In the only tiebreaker played thus far this week, Roger Federer clobbered Raonic without the loss of a point, 7-0.
On paper, Murray’s match with Raonic looked promising. Both men were fighting for their round-robin lives, having absorbed beatings in their opening matches. Ominously for the home crowd, Raonic had won three of his last four meetings with Murray, who hardly looked menacing in the course of a 6-4, 6-4 loss to World Tour Final first-timer Kei Nishikori on opening day. Murray’s death march to make the elite eight, which had him playing six tournaments in as many weeks, might have left him incapable of winning the darned thing, the theory went.
Not so, as we saw today.
Murray was in a wolfish mood throughout his match with the baby-faced Canadian, who like Nishikori and Marin Cilic is playing in his first World Tour Finals. Periodically throughout this match Murray made wisecracks under his breath and shot arch looks toward his bench. Perhaps he’s finally decided that a choice bon mot is a more useful expletive than the F-word, or maybe he just wanted to show the newcomer that the O2 Arena is his Abbatoir—one in which Murray feels safe, secure, and capable of dealing cavalierly with anything Raonic might devise.