1986 Virginia Slims Championships

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by John Parsons
from the 1987 ITF Yearbook:
When Martina Navratilova completed the modern Grand Slam in Paris in 1984,
there were those with long memories and an acute sense of tennis history who
were convinced she had lifted women's tennis to standards which surpassed
even those of the legendary Suzanne Lenglen. When, last November, at Madison
Square Garden, the still supremely dominant Miss Navratilova won her fourth
successive Virginia Slims Championships title and her seventh circuit title
in nine years, her own verdict was: 'The way I'm playing now, I'd have
beaten the Martina of two years ago in straight sets.' While ending 1986
with nine consecutive titles and an unbeaten run of 53 matches since the
Paris final, not to mention her emotional Federation Cup triumph in between,
Miss Navratilova looked more than ever the best player in the world.
     She arrived in New York under considerable pressure - and in urgent
need of dentistry after losing a filling the day before. Certainly she did
not have to worry about Chris Evert Lloyd, for the last of the three
opponents who had beaten Miss Navratilova during 1986 was still nursing a
knee injury. There was, however, the uncomfortable prospect of a first-
round tussle against Catarina Lindqvist, the Swedish girl against whom she
had been forced to fend off four match-points in Stuttgart a few weeks
earlier. In addition there was the knowledge that everyone was willing a
showdown for her in the final against Steffi Graf, by common consent the
lady-in-waiting for top honours, who had held three match- points against
the World Champion at Flushing Meadow in September.
     The only stage at which Miss Navratilova appeared remotely vulnerable
was in the semi- final against her doubles partner, Pam Shriver. Trailing
1-3 in the final set, she became the beneficiary of yet another in a long
line of controversial decisions that marred the week. She then went on to
win by far the most exciting match of the tournament and one of the best of
the year.
     The one disappointing feature of an otherwise successful week, which
drew a record total attendance for a women's event of 90,576, was the
quality of officiating. The fact that for the opening days there was not a
full complement of linesmen (surely unforgiveable for an event of this
stature with only one court being used) was partly responsible, but
tournament referee Lee Jackson also blamed the light blue colour of the
court for some of the mistakes which she described as 'terrible'. 'The
trouble is that the colour becomes glary under the lights, highly
reflective, and it makes one drowsy. It makes me drowsy on the sideline so
you can imagine how it affects the umpire and linespersons.'
     There were no such problems in the first match when Manuela Maleeva
advanced 6-4 6-1 over the American, Melissa Gurney, who has been guided by
the same coach (Robert Lansdorp) and emerged from the same baselining mould
as Tracy Austin, right down to that rather stooped two-handed backhand so
characteristic of the former winner of the women's circuit. Miss Gurney led
3-1 before Miss Maleeva started to take charge, mainly through her greater
consistency; but in these days when the all-court players are coming so much
more into their own, it was distressing to hear her say that, at 19, she
feels it is too late for her to start developing a serve-and-volley game.
     Bettina Bunge, continuing her impressive second half of the year, was
too consistently aggressive for Kathy Rinaldi and won 7-5 6-4. In the second
session, Pam Shriver demonstrated the extra freedom, control and topspin she
had developed on the backhand by dismissing the erratic Raffaella Reggi,
6--3 6--1. Continuing the first round, Miss Navratilova immediately showed
her powerful command by overwhelming Miss Lindqvist 6-3 6--0. 'I wanted to
show her how well I could play', she said later, with Stuttgart in mind.
After she had broken for 3--2 in the first set, she Performed with great
authority, especially at the net and overhead. And as if that was not enough
Miss Lindqvist, who admittedly did not play well, was further dismayed when
she was broken to 0-2 in the second set by a backhand so deep over the
baseline that she made no attempt to play the ball, which was called good.
The pleasant, always friendly girl from Malmo accepted it philosophically:
'Maybe the umpire and linesmen didn't have a good day either.'
    Also in the first round, Hana Mandlikova ousted Terri Phelps, who vvas
playing in the Championships for the first time, 6--2 6-4, after holding
points for 5--1 in the second set. Helena Sukova collected a 6-4 6-4 win
over a nervous, predictable Gabriela Sabatini who overhit too often; Claudia
Kohde-Kilsch beat Zina Garrison 6-3 7-5, after the Houston girl had served
for the second set at 5-4; and Miss Graf wobbled quite alarmingly for a time
before her gritty determination carried her through 7-5 4-6 6-2 against Miss
Garrison's fellow-product of John Wilkerson's Houston public parks
programme, Lori McNeil.
     Miss McNeil, whose ranking had soared during 1986, made an exciting
start, more than matching Miss Graf's forehand and cleverly chipping service
returns with a care and thought which tested the West German's patience, as
well as her resolve. Yet when leading 5-3 in the first set, she momentarily
lost her nerve. Miss Graf seized upon the opportunity to break back and
dropped only six more points in the set. Then in the third, when it was most
needed, Miss Graf struck quickly with just enough of her finest returns to
give her two match-winning breaks in the first and third games.
     The quarter-finals began on both an exciting and explosive note. For a
set and a half, through to 6-4 4-1, Miss Mandlikova produced her most
inspired, exhilarating and extravagant tennis against Miss Shriver. She was
magical to watch, with perfectly controlled low volleys, wonderful wristy
winners on both flanks and serving which at times was quite awesome, as she
headed tovvards 15 aces. Amazingly she vvas also heading for defeat.
    One overrule which cost her what would have been a 5-2 lead in the
second set, followed by what seemed another glaring baseline mistake which
enabled Miss Shriver to break back to 4-5, was more than Miss Mandlikova,
with her still-brittle temper, could stomach. At various times she smashed
her racket against the base of the umpire's chair, lashed the net, uttered
an obscenity and generally lost her self-control. Not surprisingly she also
lost the match, 4-6 7-5 6-1. When the players met at the net at the end, Pam
told Hana, 'I'm sorry"', but clarified that by saying 'I wasn't sorry I won
... just sorry that after getting a bad call she didn't put up an effort''.
For the record, despite serving two aces to win the first game of the final
set, Miss Mandlikova won only six more points before storming off saying: 'I
was cheated.'
     Perhaps it was as well that after so much drama, Miss Navratilova's
6--2 6-4 win in 51 minutes over Bettina Bunge was a routine affair, with the
top seed holding her serve throughout and making hardly any unforced errors.
The second pair of quarter-finals fol- lovved a similar pattern. One, in
which Miss Sukova simply out-hit Miss Kohde-Kilsch 6-3 7-6 was suitably
competitive and straightforward. The other, in which Miss Graf again
struggled to find her best form before accounting for Manuela Maleeva, vvas
turbulent and tearful, Miss Maleeva also distraught by the poor line-calls.
     Two in particular were infinitely more significant than the vast
majority which players should be able to shrug off. Having broken for 5-3 on
the way to taking the opening set, with Miss Graf's backhand all adrift, the
Bulgarian would have broken for 2-1 in the second but for a linesman's
extraordinary failure to see a shot more than six inches deep on break-
point. Yet the real 'killer' for Miss Maleeva, who was working frantically
hard to capitalise upon Miss Graf's continued unforced errors, came when she
barely played a return, knowing the previous shot to have been out. It cost
her a break to 5-6, just after she had rallied from 2-4 to 4-4 and held
again for 5-5.
     It was somewhat ironic that, having been serenely in control while
reaching the semi- finals, Miss Navratilova should find it much more
difficult than the steadily improving Miss Graf to clear the last hurdle
before the final. Although the first set against her doubles partner lasted
oniy 29 minutes, vvith the top seed taking it 6-2, Miss Shriver, returning
well, moving smartly and not afraid to go for her shots, was playing
splendidly too. This impression was borne out when she broke for 5-4 in the
second set with a rasping forehand drive-volley on her fifth break-point.
With the set safely tucked away at 6-4, Miss Shriver was exultant. She broke
in the first game of the final set, and although Miss Navratilova broke back
immediately by twice finding the lines with elegant passes of her own, her
poise started to falter. Miss Shriver broke again and held for 3-1. Then at
deuce in the fifth game, after Miss Navratilova had done the unthinkable by
double-faulting twice from 40-15, there was a freak incident which proved to
be the turning point of the match. Lunging for a low volley, Miss
Navratilova involuntarily called out 'higher' to herself as the ball just
cleared the net, and Miss Shriver, claiming she was distracted, failed with
her next return.
    Miss Shriver's appeal for the point to be re-played, which almost
everybody, including Miss Navratilova and her coach Mike Estep said later
would have been the right decision, was refused by both the umpire and
referee. Hard though she tried to put the incident out of her mind, Miss
Shriver was then broken in the sixth game from 40-15 and the set ran away
from her 6-4. It was a disappointing end to a magnificent match, well worthy
of the occasion, during which Miss Navratilova must often have questioned
her wisdom in persuading her doubles partner to revitalise her game. It
almost cost her the Virginia Slims crown.
     Although once more dropping a set, Miss Graf played her best tennis of
the week in defeating Miss Sukova 7-6 3-6 6-1. Not only did her forehand
start to look rampant once more, but also her backhand passes were now
flowing effectively - so much so that one wondered if she might not be
bluffing when she looked forward to the final and said: 'I'm not playing
well enough to give Martina a good match.'
     As it happened, she was right. Clearly jaded at the end of a year in
which she had won eight singles and five doubles titles, Miss Graf none the
less pressed the champion superbly through the first set. Neither player
allowed the other to reach break-point and the teenager reached 6-6 with
only six points against the serve, compared with 11 lost by her opponent.
However, a net-cord winner for Miss Navratilova to 7-6 in the tie-break
against the serve was the breaking point for Miss Graf. She had already
saved two set- points, but Miss Navratilova produced an ace on the third.
From then on it was largely a formality as the holder went on to win 7-6 6-3
6-2, without dropping her serve or being stretched to break-point in any
game.
    In the doubles final, Miss Navratilova and Miss Shriver, who had long
since reconciled their differences over the dispute in their singles
semi-final, were too powerfully consist- ent for Miss Kohde-Kilsch and Miss
Sukova. The favourites won 7-6 6-3, having earlier taken revenge in the
semi-finals over Miss Mandlikova and Wendy Turnbull for their rare defeat in
the March finals.

The Striking Prediction of Pohmann the Expert

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"Die Welt" on August 16, 1999.

"Die Welt's" Discovery of Steffi Graf 15 Years Ago
The Striking Prediction of Pohmann the Expert
By Frank Quednau

BERLIN -- On May 19, 1984, fifteen years and three months ago, there
was something written in "Die Welt" that outraged Pförtner, a guardian
of journalistic style at our Bonn editing house and gave rise to
reminders of the fundamentals by the editor-in-chief. One went: "How
could they hype up a child so much?" The chief editor warned of: "hasty
superlatives, with which we make ourselves look like fools to our
readers."

The piece of reporting that caused claims of "exaggerated hype"
(Pförtner) and "risky evaluations" (the editor-in-chief) was found in a
tennis story. A fourteen-year-old girl had beaten the top seed,
American Bonnie Gadusek, 6-0, 6-4 at the German international
Championships. "Welt" correspondent Hans-Jürgen Pohmann, then a tennis
association coach in Berlin, now the head of editing for televised
sports of Senders Freies Berlin (SFB), was reporting there. Pohmann
said that he absolutely wanted to write something about her from his
own experience since "by chance we were in the same hotel on
Fuerteventura [I guess this is a place] at the end of last year."

The 186 line long article, once more pulled out of the archives, proves
Pförtner and the chief editor to be smug idiots, the farsightedness of
the expert -- and his good luck to be at the right place at the right
time. The first paragraph ended with: "I played with her. I thought I
would run her all over the court for an hour."

Then followed the paragraph that so offended the editors: "Sometime
later, I was trotting along the beach. Then, Steffi ran past me, deep
in concentration. As a club coach in Berlin who works a lot with
youths, I am cautious in making predictions. But here I will venture
one, although I am aware that there is a heap of reservations: In that
moment on the beach, a future world class player ran past me."

"Die Welt" discovered Steffi Graf, 15 years and three months before
today, thanks to one of its correspondents who, as a Davis Cup player,
was familiar with all the big tournaments.

Pohmann's description of the ambitions of the 14-year-old remained
valid right up to Steffi Graf's retirement on Friday last week: "I
observed her on the beach at Fuertaventura. She ran alone and of her
own free will, faster and faster on the deep sand. And suddenly she
(with her 47 kg, 1.67 m, shoe size 41 self) ended her training program
with some shadow-tennis: she went through her sevice motion without
ball or racket, sprinted to an imaginary net, lunged sideways, ran
backwards in order to simulate dealing with her imaginary opponent's
lob. All that by her own initiative and with such concentration that
one could not detect any sign of playfulness." And the future was also
shown by his account of a dialogue between Peter Graf and his daughter:

Father: "In two years, you will have a boyfriend and then tennis won't
matter to you."

Daughter: "No, certainly not."

Father: "And at 20 you will be married ..."

Daughter: "No way."

Father: "And then you will want to have children."

Daughter: "I don't want a boyfriend, I don't want to get married, and I
don't want to have kids. I want to become number one in the world."

The outcome of that will is well-known: Steffi Graf was number one for
377 weeks. A record for eternity? Be cautious with superlatives? Most
certainly.

Steffi Graf: The Next Number One?

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August, 1986 edition of "Tennis" magazine.
 - by Peter Bodo.

"It's important for Steffi to gamble - and win," Peter Graf says about his
daughter. "So we play cards, or backgammon, and I let her win because it
gets her in the right mood to play a match.
     "We sometimes follow that with another game, this one called Animals. I
begin to recite the alphabet and Steffi stops me at a letter, let's say H.
Then she has to write down as many animals as she can that begin with that
letter." Graf's sad blue eyes light up, and he rises from the couch. He
crosses the room in his customary gallows slouch, hands thrust into his
pockets, an invisible world perched on his square shoulders. He returns
shortly, bearing a blue notebook.
     "You see, she has to think of as many animals as possible with that
letter. Here we have one for S." Graf passes the book over. The page is
filled with German words beginning with S, written in the meticulous hand of
a careful schoolgirl. Judging from the number of entries, Noah must have
reserved an entire deck for animals with names such as stag and seal, and
appointed young Steffi Graf to commemorate them all.
     "There must be a hundred names on this page," the proud father remarks.
"How do you like that for concentration, for memory?" The author of the
book, a young lady with large, elastic features and a smile as big as her
forehand, walks into the room. She giggles at the sight of the notebook and
says good night to her father and guest.
     "But Steffi," her father says in German. "Don't you want to go to hear
this band, just for a little while?"
     "Papi, please," Steffi complains, starting up the stairs. "I have a
match tomorrow. It's 9.30 already. I don't want to go."
     "You see," Peter Graf says. "She doesn't want to do anything but the
tennis. She is always a person who has one thing on her mind, and she
concentrates on it totally."
     These days, tennis is the chief topic on Steffi Grafs mind, and Graf is
the chief topic on the minds of those who follow women's tennis. She didn't
turn 17 until June 14, but by February of this year, the blonde native of
Bruehl, West Germany, had reached the No. 3 ranking on the Women's
International Tennis Association (WITA) computer.
     The Family Circle Magazine Cup, played on Hilton Head Island Island,
S.C., in early April, was Grafs 47th tournament as a professional. Despite
her unimpeachable consistency, Graf had never before won a singles title.
Her breakthrough at Hilton Head was fittingly spectacular: In back-to-back
matches on green clay, she overpowered Hana Mandlikova and Chris Evert Lloyd
to win the event.
     It was just the beginning of a sensational spring for Graf. The
following week, she captured the Sunkist/WITA Championships at Amelia
Island, Fla. Two weeks after that, she won the US Clay Courts in
Indianapolis, Ind. Then in late May, Graf routed Martina Navratilova 6-2,
6-3 on red clay in Berlin to capture the women's German Open.
    "I've had a lot of success recently, but this is my most beautiful day,"
Graf said at the time. "I used to be a little bit scared of playing Martina
and Chris. Now it's their turn to be scared of me." After winning 24
consecutive matches, Graf finally lost to Mandlikova in the French Open
quarterfinals.
     At various times in the early months of 1986, before her breakthrough,
Graf sincerely but unconvincingly insisted, "I don't think I am as good as
my ranking of the moment." But her peers were not as modest in their
evaluations of the Baby Bomber from Bruehl.
     Lloyd: "Steffi definitely has the game to contend for the No. 1
ranking. She has all the shots and she moves beautifully. She's fearless -
she plays the same whether it's 5-love or love-5."
     Navratilova: "Her head is square on her shoulders. She is a fighter.
She won't throw in the towel, and that is a pretty good mark of how far she
can go."
     Pam Shriver: "Steffi is the most legitimate prodigy since (Andrea)
Jaeger. The others are iffy. You speculate about them in a way that you no
longer speculate about Steffi."
     The striking quality in many prodigies is disciplined stroke
production, which is why some of them falter when they move into the
professional ranks, where technical excellence is virtually commonplace.
Grafs two outstanding gifts are extra-technical. The same ability that
enabled Graf to memorize whole pages of text for school examinations is
brought to bear in her tennis. As she puts it, "One of my best things is to
always be there, mentally."
     Concentration and determination are stock in trade for prodigies, but
they are rarely coupled with the type of natural athleticism that Graf
possesses. She has the lightest feet in tennis since the heyday of Bjorn
Borg. Steffi followed her father's footsteps into tennis. Peter Graf, 46,
dealt insurance and took up tennis at the age of 27, and within two years
his competitive vigor and dogged baseline game (Steffi airily dismisses him
as a "runner") earned him a national ranking. Soon he was giving lessons
after working hours, and operating a tennis facility with the help of his
wife, Heidi.
     At the age of 3 and change, Steffi began to bug her father about
tennis. She would drag out one of his racquets and ask to play, which her
father found annoying. "At this time I was playing at a good level," he
recalls, "and it was not very satisfying to think about teaching a little
girl. I was too tired in the evenings."
     But Steffi's supplications were answered. Her father took a saw to one
of his old racquets, and Steffi pushed the project one step further: She ran
string between two chairs in the basement hobby room of their home. It was
not until she turned 5 that Steffi made it out of the basement, into the
light of day. By that time, she was showing genuine promise.      "For a
long time, I believed that Steffi only wanted to play because she loved me
and wanted to be with me," Peter Graf says. "But the evidence of her talent
became very strong. Unlike the other children, she did not hit the ball and
then look all around at other things. She was always watching the ball until
it was not in play anymore."
     Graf developed quickly: By age 13, she had won the German junior
championship in the highest division, 18-and-under. She was the second
youngest player ever to receive a ranking on the WITA computer, appearing at
No. 214 at the age of 13 years and four months. She also was the youngest
competitor in the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, where she won the
gold medal.
     "That was an unbelievable feeling," she says. "There was nothing like
it, with so many people watching. I wanted to go and see a lot of the events
but I kept winning, so I saw the Olympics on television, just like everybody
else."
    The tennis mania that Boris Becker triggered in Germany with his victory
at the Wimbledon 1985 also has carried Graf into the heart of the heartless
public eye. The Grafs have had to deal with all of the scrutiny and
criticism that is levelled at tennis parents, particularly when they are as
visible and involved as Peter Graf.
     "In Germany, they are always saying that I am pushing Steffi, living my
tennis life through her," Peter Graf says. "If anything, I spend most of my
time telling her to slow down. I know that when you create pressure, your
child will never be the best.
    "At school, when she was invited to a birthday party at 3 in the
afternoon she would refuse to go because she had to play tennis. I had to
make her go to the party., That's how Steffi is. Also, her self-criticism is
very high, so I'm always telling her to relax some more."
     Steffi already has a distinctive champion's grasp of just where most
people fit into her life and her ambitious agenda, a quality that critics
usually overlook. She says, "My father does a really good job keeping me
calm. I think many people don't understand that he takes pressure away, that
he puts all the bad things away from me and protects me."
     In the US criticism of Peter Graf has not centred on how he treats his
daughter. The major complaint against the elder Graf is a cut-and-dried
matter of the rules prohibiting coaching.
     "It's obvious that he coaches her," Lloyd says. "He has talked to her
in German during matches and given hand signals . . . The rules say no
coaching is allowed. So if you're an opponent, playing by the rules, that
kind of thing can be difficult to accept. It's just not fair."
     Partly as a result of the controversy over his impulse to coach, Peter
Graf has been engaged in an almost comical form of guerilla warfare with
WITA tour referee Lee Jackson. Graf keeps moving around the stadium during
Steffi's matches, and Jackson keeps trying to spot him in the crowd.
     Graf was so well hidden during his daughter's victory over Mandlikova
in the Family Circle Cup that Steffi's first words. to him when she left the
court were, "Where were you sitting? This time, even I couldn't find you."
     During her final against Claudia Kohde-Kilsch at the WITA Championships
the following week, Steffi was assessed a point penalty for coaching. Peter
Graf worked his way down through the courtside boxes at the subsequent
changeover to protest to Jackson to no avail. The TV replay from an ESPN
camera that had been focused on him showed Graf flashing hand signals that
rivalled those of a third-base coach in baseball.
     "I would go against 100 people if it is good for Steffi," Peter Graf
insists. "I am much more aggressive in these things than she is. Sometimes I
advise her to do something but she gets embarrassed and refuses - she wants
to have good relations with the women on the tour."
    All of her rivals and peers respect Steffi and genuinely like her,
especially now that she has come out of a shell of silence and inscrutable
watchfulness. "This year, everybody is noticing that Steffi is smiling,"
observes Patricio Apey, the coach of Gabricia Sabatini."I like that smile. I
think it means she will be with us for a long time."
     "I like to laugh but when I'm first around people I'm more shy," Steffi
says. "I don't really like to talk too much, so I find it difficult to start
a conversation."
    Graf is growing accustomed to the touring life, and she enjoys it.
Sometimes her adolescence is obvious. For example, she time." "I like to
laugh but when I'm first around people I'm more shy," Steffi says. "I don't
really like to talk too much, so I find it difficult to start a
conversation."
    Graf is growing accustomed to the touring life, and she enjoys it.
Sometimes her adolescence is obvious. For example, she  did not know that
the official Virginia Slims Championships party in New York was an elegant
affair. Consequently, she showed up in jeans and tennis shoes, only to see
her peers in velvet brocade.
    "I was so embarrassed I just wanted to go away," she remembers. "Things
like that I am learning about all the time."
     When she is away on tour, Graf sorely misses her 14-year-old brother,
Michael, and her 8-year-old boxer, Ben (not necessarily in that order). Graf
enjoys cooking, and her favorite dish is Zuriches Gestchnetzeldes, a beef
and vegetable dish. "I'm good at eating," she concedes, "so I think it's
important to be good at cooking, too."
    On the court, Graf is good at pounding the ball. She has a forehand for
which she ought to carry a permit. It is a weapon comparable to the serve of
Becker or the forehand of Ivan Lendl.
     Late in 1985, Graf took a three-and-a- half-month break from the game.
She rested, and also worked on her serve and flat backhand. Since then, her
first serve has become much more effective, and she has added some variety
on her backhand swing. "That was an important thing for me, the time I took
last November to work on my backhand and serve," she says. "The only hard
part was having to take off two weeks without touching a racquet. I was
always begging my father to let me just hit a little but he said 'No'."
    Graf plays with courage and exuberance. The joy of tennis is simply
defined for her. "It's just fun to hit the ball. . ." she says. Her eyes
light up as she adds, "... to hit it hard."

Little Magician

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Kicker-Sportmagazin
July 1984
"Little Magician"
The British admire Steffi Graf at Wimbledon
Wimbledon's Centre Court was completely full when Claudia Kohde stepped onto
the famous turf for her round of 16 match against three-time champion Chris
Evert.

Many wanted to be witness to the surprise that not a few experts had quite
believed to be possible of the 20-year-old from Saarbrücken. But as so often
happens in such situations, the nerves can't keep pace with the ambitious
expectations that the current best German tennis player also had felt was a
quite realistic assessment of her chances. Claudia Kohde was quite obviously
not up to the pressure, which mounted and weighed heavily on
her --hesitating and afraid where determination and willingness to take
risks would have been in place-- stumbled into the traps which get her again
and again.

After 73 minutes, already it had collapsed, the bold dream of advancing to
the round of the last eight and equaling Bettina Bunge, who had even reached
the semifinals two years ago.

Steffi Graf also lost in the same round. But in contrast to Claudia Kohde,
the hopeful talent from Brühl near Mannheim went out with flags flying high.
After the sad loss against England's last hope, Jo Durie, she at first
couldn't hold back her tears. In her disappointment over the missed chance
to march into the quarterfinals as the youngest player ever in the
now-100-year history of the women's tournament, she even had almost
forgotten the obligatory curtsy toward the Royal Box, from which the Duke
and Duchess of Kent had watched her match with complete admiration. The
winner, eight years her elder and better acquainted with the customs in the
Mecca of the white-clothed sport, kindly drew her attention to the omission.

The duel on the grass was often enough the other way around [from the
outcome]. For the small, almost fragile-looking little doll repeatedly
showed the 10th seeded favorite how world class tennis is played. At the
end, Jo Durie could be overjoyed at having still pulled the win out of the
fire after being down 1-3 in the third set. "It was nerve wracking," she
admitted afterward. "Steffi was quite calm, while I became inwardly more
flustered and impatient. She may just be 15-years-old, but she has a much
older head on her young shoulders!" The relief of still "having survived"
this one time more was unmistakable.

Even in the next encounter, it could be she who tastes defeat, since the
experts at Wimbledon were in agreement that Steffi Graf still has a lot to
offer the tennis world. Of that, the bright/quick tennis flea herself is
obviously firmly convinced, as well. "I want to be champion here one day,"
said Steffi Graf, very pertly, and made no secret of it that she wants to
achieve this goal in two or three years. Her tears, of which she was no way
ashamed, were long since dried and her eyes looked straight ahead.

The headlines of the sports pages of London's daily press a day later
belonged to Jo Durie, of course, but absolute admiration was aimed at the
"little magician" from Germany -- as she was called in one of the headlines.
During her first appearance on the venerable Center Court, she didn't show a
trace of nervousness, and even set to work courageously. "Her game looks at
least five years older than she actually is," so it went in one of the
street papers. And an especially vivid description read thus: "This little
tiger on gazelle's feet brightly illuminated a grand theater!"

Make Way For Steffi

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Tennis Magazin
December 1984
By Marita Weber

The scene touched the souls of the 2200 spectators in the Filderstadt tennis
hall: When the metallic beige Porsche worth 75,000 Marks rolled past Steffi
Graf on the main court, the applause was meant almost exclusively for the
15-year-old from Brühl near Heidelberg. Admittedly, Steffi couldn't be given
the ignition key, because for that to happen, she would have needed to get
to work a little more successfully in the final.

But although she had lost 1-6, 4-6, against Catarina Lindqvist, the
21-year-old Swede from Malmö, currently ranked #25 in the world, she was the
private champion of an exciting week of tennis for the Swabian tennis
community. After all, Steffi was the first German player ever to reach the
final in Filderstadt, and aside from the likewise 15-year-old Tracy Austin
in 1978, she was the youngest player ever in the history of the tournament.
For Steffi Graf, for her father Peter, and above all for tournament promoter
Dieter Fischer, everything was just fine with the world again.

The pharmacist Fischer beamed with pleasure because the financing of the
Filderstadt tournament worked out well even without the financial loss
guarantee from the German Tennis Federation thanks to Steffi Graf's success.
The tennis instructor Peter Graf beamed because his daughter brought home
around 42,000 Marks, and important WTA ranking points, which promoted her
from #44 on the computer to #25.

And in the end, the Los Angeles Olympics champion smiled herself, because
she could outperform six established colleagues from her own country in
front of 13,500 spectators in her own country.

There were the four higher ranked German women: Hanika, who lost in the
second round, and Kohde, Bettina Bunge, and Eva Pfaff, who both lost in the
quarterfinals after initially strong performances. Consolation for Claudia
Kohde: She won the doubles final with Helena Sukova against the team of
Bunge and Pfaff. Thus, four German women in the finals in Filderstadt.
Compliments to them!

But back to Steffi Graf: First of all she eliminated Andrea Temesvari,
ranked 22 places ahead of her in the world rankings, in the first round in
three sets. The Hungarian currently works harder on her liaison with Bill
Scanlon than she does on the practice court. Then Steffi Graf outperformed
Iva Budarova of Czechoslovakia, #46 in the world (6-1, 6-1). As usual with a
dangerous slice backhand, that one can tell where it is going only at the
last second, with spirit, concentration, and excellent footwork.

That Steffi showed how good she was against, of all people, the
higher-ranked Claudia Kohde in three sets (6-2, 2-6, 6-2), was a bitter
experience for the Saarbrück resident. After all, the world's #8 had been
victorious in each of the previous two encounters (in Berlin and Paris).

The secret of Steffi Graf's success doesn't lie solely in her shots. The
frail girl with the thin arms and legs still has weaknesses in that respect.
For example, when someone plays high to her backhand, as the Princeton
student Andrea Leand from Baltimore, USA, did in the semifinal, though only
just in the third set when Steffi was already on the road to victory. The
Swede Catarina Lindqvist showed in the final what the young German still
lacks: A reliable topspin backhand, in order to put pressure on from both
sides. Mentally, Steffi Graf is already amazingly tough: she survives on
intelligent tactics, even in critical situations in the match.

Peter Graf thinks that it will be three years until his daughter reaches the
top five in world rankings. It's clear that Steffi herself wants to be
number one. Father and daughter evaluated the loss in the final
realistically: "Steffi was worn out by the long three set match the day
before. In the final, she lacked stamina." That is correct, yet for the
public "little Steffi" was nevertheless number one.

As mentioned, the scene nearly recalled past days, because Tracy Austin won
the "the most popular regular tour tournament in the world" four times in a
row. But in the meantime, she had to pay dearly for those feats with
physical and emotional injuries. Steffi Graf should have allowed herself to
take the break that her promised her after the final. But nothing became of
that. Two days later, Steffi lost in the first round at the $175,000
tournament in Brighton. The irony of fate: Her opponent was Catarina
Lindqvist of all people, though she had considerably more trouble this time,
4-6, 6-4, 7-5. One sees that Steffi is by all means adaptable.

Graf Has Grand Ideas For a 19-Year-Old Player

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By Peter Alfano
"New York Times"
August 29, 1988
The guests had eaten dinner, and without any prodding from her father,
Steffi Graf helped clear the table as she would if she were home in Bruehl,
West Germany, returning with placesettings for coffee and desert. It was a
reminder that the best tennis player in the world is still a teen-ager, one
who plays pinball, becomes animated when talking about books she has read
and enjoys the privacy of her room, where she likes to dim the lights, turn
up the stereo, and dance the night away.

She had a chance to do those things while staying with friends in Saddle
River, N.J., last week, in a new house owned by Eva and Lester Kiss. The
swimming pool wasn't ready yet, but the Deco II tennis court gave Graf and
her coach, Pavil Slozil, a chance to practice in privacy.

She and her father, Peter Graf, met the Kiss family two years ago when
Steffi came here to play in a tournament in Mahwah, N.J., a tuneup for the
United States Open.

Staying here is almost like being home, Peter Graf said, giving Steffi a
family atmosphere, a chance to be normal. It is a word that he uses a lot
during times that are anything but normal, when his daughter is on the
threshold of winning the Grand Slam.

A victory in the Open, which begins today, will enable Graf to become the
first player to win the Grand Slam since Margaret Court of Australia did it
in 1970. It will insure her place in tennis history.

There are only a handful of times during the year when Steffi Graf can enjoy
the luxury of what most people consider a normal life. Sometimes, that is
easier to do on the road. Lester and Eva Kiss have two sons and Steffi could
have passed for their daughter. She wore a dress during dinner, sipped on
Coke, and ate duck and vegetables.

She was friendly although quiet, which is her nature. She joked with Slozil,
who was trying not to gloat about his pinball score of 700,000, recorded
earlier in the day on the machine in the game room. The talk turned to video
games; someone mentioning he was pretty good from the baseline in the tennis
game, but had trouble at the net. "Just like me," Graf said.

Later, she changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and politely said goodnight
to everyone at about 9:30 P.M. "That's like midnight for Steffi," said one
of the guests, who met the Grafs four years ago in Florida.

It has become difficult for Graf to relax this way back home in Bruehl. Her
home has become something of a tourist attraction, Peter Graf said, with
hundreds of people driving by or poking around every day. He has three
telephone lines, and they ring all day.

The more ambitious have tried to scale a wall to reach the house, only to
encounter Graf's German shepherd, trained to discourage such behavior. The
more brazen knock on the front door. Peter Graf recalled a young would-be
suitor carrying flowers for Steffi, who was out of the country at the time.
When he returned, conversing as if he and Steffi were close friends, Peter
Graf became apprehensive and called the authorities.

Peter Graf is Steffi's coach and business manager. Being a father takes
precedence over both. In tennis circles, he is considered overbearing, a
tough man to deal with, sheltering his daughter. Although her mother stays
mostly in the background. she will join the family in New York for the Open.

"I know my image is bad," Peter Graf said. "I am protective. I am like the
mother hen. This is my daughter. People who have children would know how I
feel."

Steffi Graf may be normal, but she is not your average daughter. She is a
superstar, more significantly, a national hero and source of tremendous
pride in West Germany. Surveys show that she is more widely known than
Chancellor Helmut Kohl, with a recognition factor of almost 100 percent. If
she were to win the Grand Slam, they would be dancing in the streets well
into the morning hours back home.

But it is not all roses for Graf. In addition to all the adulation, she is
subjected to the same intense scrutiny that her countryman Boris Becker
faced when he won Wimbledon in 1985 at the age of 17. People hang on her
words, value her opinions on any subject, a situation that can be a
potential minefield. She is wise enough to keep most of her opinions to
herself, not ready, she said, to let people know more about her.

She has to pick her friends carefully. And it is only natural to wonder
about the motives of the young men who want to meet her. Such is the
competition among the gossip-mongering newspapers in West Germany that a
casual conversation can become a full-blown love affair.

Thus, Graf guards her privacy and critics are left to comment on her game,
demanding perfection. When she won a tournament in Hamburg, West Germany,
earlier this summer, a fan shouted he wanted his money back because she was
losing a set.

"It's very hard to be good at something in Germany, because people there
don't know what they want," Graf said. "I've learned to ignore it, to think
about my own life. I'm playing for me, doing my best."

For West Germans and tennis fans around the world, the normal Steffi Graf is
not the young woman who helps with the dishes, reads Hemingway and listens
to music every chance she gets. Instead, she is a gifted tennis player,
methodical on the court, playing as if she were late for an appointment. Her
calling card is a buggy-whip forehand, the most intimidating shot in women's
tennis.

To fans, she is the No. 1-ranked tennis player in the world, often appearing
invincible. People time her match as if she were a race horse out for a
morning workout.

"I can get bored if things go too easily," she said. "I'm not happy with my
opponent then. It looks like I'm much better. Some of my matches don't last
as long as signing autographs or giving interviews."

In addition to Margaret Court, only Rod Laver, Don Budge, and Maureen
Connolly have won the Grand Slam: the Australian Open, the French Open,
Wimbledon, and the United States Open. It is the most exclusive of tennis
clubs. All were in their prime, which Graf does not figure to reach for a
few years.

She has already had enough achievements to be listed among the best players
of all time. Graf has won Wimbledon, the French Open twice, and the
Australian Open. She has lost just four matches in the last two years,
winning 18 tournaments during that period. She is completing her second
consecutive year as the No. 1 player.

The United States Open title has been elusive. She has been to the final the
past two years, losing both times to Martina Navratilova. Some people think
the matches will be a mere formality this year.

Chris Evert suggested that a lack of competition may be Graf's biggest
handicap. "She's coming along at the end of mine and Martina's careers," she
said. "It's not like we're in our primes. She's a wonderful athlete, but you
have to wonder if she will have just a couple of great years or longevity.

"She'll need someone to come up to her level. I don't see Steffi being
around at 30."

Every era has had a dominant player like this, a candidate for the title
"best ever." Suzanne Lenglen, Helen Wills Moody, Alice Marble, Althea
Gibson, Court, and Billie Jean King are among those usually mentioned, and
more recently, Evert, then Navratilova were synonymous with women's tennis.

Now, before Evert and Navratilova even have a chance to take a final bow,
Graf has won over the audience, in effect, saying, "You ain't seen nothing
yet."

"In a way, it is strange that Chris and Martina could not win the Grand
Slam," Graf said. "They were so dominant and won so easily. Now, I am 19 and
on the way to doing it. The Slam is very important. You can win the US Open
10 times, but it's not like winning the Slam."

Watching Graf play gives you the feeling that she is one of a kind, a tennis
whirlwind about to cut a swath across Flushing Meadows as she did in
Melbourne, Paris, and London earlier this year. Laver, Budge, and Court all
have said that she has the stuff of a Grand Slam champion.

But Graf said she is not going to allow the Grand Slam to become an
obsession, spoiling what has already been a remarkable year.

Peter Graf has emphasized this point time and time again to his daughter.
"Grand Slam, Grand Slam, Grand Slam, that is all anyone has wanted to talk
about," he said Friday night in an after-dinner chat. "Steffi wins the
French Open, people ask about the Grand Slam. After her matches at
Wimbledon, they ask about the Grand Slam. There is more to her life than
tennis."

It is her father, Steffi said, who must take the racquet out of her hand,
telling her she has practiced enough. One of the reasons she works so hard
is that there is little time to enjoy success in the year-round tennis rat
race. She wishes that were different.

But sitting in the den of the Kiss home Friday evening -- a semifinal match
at Mahwah scheduled for the next afternoon -- Steffi Graf did not give the
appearance of being overly anxious or mildly nervous about the Open, putting
her reputation on the line once more. College students fret about final
exams, but she said she was eager for the tournament to start.

"Steffi can handle pressure," Pavil Slozil said. "She has not changed as a
person one bit. She does not act as a superstar. I never met anyone who
loves the sport more than her."

A United States Open victory would not even be the final chapter in an
extraordinary year. Graf will represent her country in the Olympic Games in
Seoul, South Korea. She won the singles championship when tennis was a
demonstration sport in the 1984 Summer Games in Los Angeles. She was only
15.

For the first time in 64 years, tennis will be a medal sport in the
Olympics. Thus, Graf has an opportunity to achieve the ultimate in tennis: a
Grand Slam and Olympic gold. No man or woman has ever won both; she can do
it in the same year.

The image makers at Advantage International have prepared for it. The
company that handles some of Graf's business interests has conjured a phrase
to mark the occasion. They are calling it the Golden Slam.

It will make her an even bigger name worldwide. In Europe and Asia, she is
among the best-known athletes in the world. Her endorsement contracts exceed
those of any other female tennis player.

An Open victory and the Golden Slam would open doors in the United States,
said Phil DePicciotto of Advantage. "She is a global commodity," he said.
"America is the most important marketplace, but the dollar is weak, and
other economies are important, too. It is harder to create or become a star
in the U.S."

Graf finds that appealing. She can walk down a street in American cities
without being smothered by fans. She can be normal. That may change a bit if
she wins the Open, but it is worth the price. Winning won't spoil her, she
said. More bad news for her opponents: she is looking forward to the next
few years.

"I'm 19 and have not been in tennis that long yet," Graf said. "I'm not
going to get bored in a couple of years."

December issue of 1999 Tennis Match Magazine

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"I've Done What I've Wanted To Do. I Have Nothing More To Prove."

The German superstar says hello to Agassi and farewell to the game she loves
the same way she played... On her own terms By Andrea Leand


Arthur Ashe stadium at the U.S. Open was the last place anyone expected to
see Steffi Graf after she announced her retirement from the game in the
beginning of August. Even Graf never imagined her clandestine return to a
tennis court- a site where she had spent over half her life- so soon after
her definitive curtain call.

But on the final Sunday of America's Grand Slam, Graf was back, sitting in
the nose-bleed seats, cheering
inconspicuously for her new beau, Andre Agassi. Afterwards, she embraced the
U.S. Open champion in the privacy of the tournament director's office,
without exhibiting the slightest itch to return to the court herself.

"I didn't get a feeling to play again when I was at the [Open]," Graf says.
"I'm very happy with my decision [to retire] and won't change my mind. I
didn't want to be out there and play with the others. I'm happy to let them
have their chances. I've done what I've wanted to do and am happy not to be
a player any more."

Just two weeks earlier, the former world champion needed constant persuasion
to grant the press and public one last appearance or press conference. She
refused to partake in the Arthur Ashe Kid's Day festivities before the start
of the U.S. Open. She scoffed at interviews and autograph signings. She
bypassed the locker room and her colleagues without a word. In fact, Graf
whipped in and out of the National Tennis Center for a minimum of
perfunctory obligations before going horseback riding for ten days in
Arizona. But between her swift good-bye and her flight westward, Graf found
time for Agassi.

Their flirtation developed over the previous months, spurred by their
proximity at Wimbledon. Consider that Graf's seven-year relationship with
long-time boyfriend Michael Bartels never resonated with the warm, fuzzy
feelings one usually associates with a young couple over-the-top in love.
The 30-year-old rarely talked about Bartels or showed any signs of affection
towards him. She never mentioned marriage, children or pursuing a future
with the German race car driver when she discussed life after tennis. By the
time she announced her retirement, the relationship seemed as stale as her
desire to compete, and she was fertile ground for a new direction in life
and some fun.

Enter Agassi. Who better to boost Graf's spirits than the perpetual comeback
kid himself? Agassi understood the sacrifices and demands at the top of
tennis. He could relate first-hand to the influence of a dominating father.
He knew how such a career could become an all-consuming obsession. Only a
year ago, Agassi struggled with his own personal and professional lives and
found a way towards peace with both. Now, it was Graf's turn.

"When I decided to retire, I had a husband and a family that I wanted to
start," says Chris Evert. "I always thought it was easier to retire and make
such a big life change when you had something to go to. Up until now, tennis
seemed to be Steffi's life. There was nothing to fill the void, nothing for
her to go to. But I guess that's changed."

In the subsequent months, Graf seemed to adopt some of Agassi's flair in her
string of public appearances. She glowed during dates with Andre in New
York, on a solo trip to South Africa and while accepting an award in Spain.
She showed no shyness in kissing Agassi at a televised boxing match or
during Agassi's annual gala event in Las Vegas.

"I feel like a very happy man," says Agassi. "I couldn't ask for anything
more in my life. I had to be the aggressor and it took some time [to date
Graf]. But it's been great. I've always had a lot of respect for Steffi."

The public gushing between the two sent shock waves through the tennis
world. The best-kept secret during the fortnight was bulging at the seams.
Graf, who guarded her privacy with such ferocity during her career, now
appeared in public as a blushing schoolgirl. Her attraction to Agassi
permeated even her own self-imposed boundaries. For once, Graf did not seem
the tunnel-visioned champion or the stoic-faced competitor, but a
30-year-old making up for lost time.

"I've played tennis and devoted everything to my [career] for so many
 years," Graf says. "It feels good to do different things, not to have to
practice every day. I can get up in the morning and do what ever I want. I
don't have to worry about schedules or tournaments or rehab. I can live like
a normal person and enjoy normal things now."

Few saw this epiphany coming. Graf's decision to call it quits was as
stunning as her French Open triumph and runner-up performance at Wimbledon
this year. Just when it seemed Steffi had overcome career-threatening
injuries and re-ignited her game, she turned her back on it all- on Margaret
Court's record of 24 Grand Slam singles titles that she came so close to
breaking And the No.1 ranking which was well within reach once again after
she skyrocketed to No.3.

There was also the question of pride. For the last few years, as Steffi
struggled with surgery and abbreviated comebacks, she took a licking from
the game's insurgent teenagers. Martina Hingis sniped that Graf "was too
 old" for the fast-evolving game. Others simply ambushed the former world
champion on court.

"I never talked about other players my whole career and I'm not going to
now," Graf says. "My results are there, that's enough. If other players
wanted to say things about me, there was nothing that I could do about it
other than go out there and play my best tennis. Which I was able to do."

Graf responded as she had her entire career, with relentless fury and
unrelenting focus. Even though she would not publicly admit it, she took the
insults aimed at either her family or herself personally. When anyone dared
to attack her territory, she retaliated the best way she knew how: working
on her game and winning tennis matches. When the German Tennis Federation
did not fully support her during her junior days, she took the snub to
heart, forever aligning herself with her father/coach Peter and becoming
arguably the greatest player of all time.

"No one will ever know how my father supported me when I was a junior and no
one cared," Graf reveals. "He was there for me and believed in me. That was
so important to me and was a big reason why I was able to improve my game
and become successful."

Her father's unconditional support during those lean years made an indelible
impression on Graf and cemented her staunch loyalty to her father. She stood
by him through his trial and incarceration for tax evasion, visiting him in
jail as often as possible. And when her father divorced and remarried this
spring, Graf attended the ceremony.

Her impenetrable bond with her father was never more evident than during a
match early in her career, at the 1984 Porsche Grand Prix in Stuttgart,
Germany. Graf, then 15-years-old, had started to make her ascent up the
rankings but still was not a sure thing or a definitive star in her home
country. Her predecessors- Bettina Bunge, Sylvia Hanika and Claudia
Kohde-Kilsch- still commanded the spotlight and perks.

Some say Mr.Graf created animosity and alienation between his daughter and
Germany's tennis hierarchy. Nevertheless, the impasse remained as Graf
developed. Even though the willowy teenager clearly possessed the talent and
tenacity to be a champion, the German press, tennis officials and the public
seemed hell-bent on making her prove it before giving her any credit. And
they also seemed hell-bent on sticking it to her father.

At the Porsche Grand Prix, one of the most illustrious tour stops and
Germany's prime pro showcase, I remember vividly facing Graf in the
semi-finals on the stadium court. I was ranked in the top twenty at the time
and was a tour veteran, and fully expected to overpower this rookie.

For much of the match I did. Her dodgy one-handed slice backhand sat up for
me to tee off on, and her extended elbow on the forehand looked as if it
would disconnect from her arm. But Graf never gave up. I dominated off the
ground, although Graf retrieved far more balls than I expected. I would
blast winners into the corners, only to see them returned with disconcerting
pace. Somehow, I found myself in a third set. But just when my veteran
experience looked like it would pay off, all hell broke loose.

I remember leading 3-2 in that final set up a service break when officials
started crowding the court. I was unaware of any problems and could not
understand the German
conversations between the umpire and the tournament referee. But I knew
something was up when two officials surrounded Mr.Graf, who was sitting in
the front row of a courtside box. Steffi grew angrier as the conversation
continued. Finally, the umpire informed me that Mr.Graf was coaching from
the stands illegally.

I did not notice Peter Graf coaching at all- or should I say not more than
other coaches did on the tour. Even if he had been giving Steffi hand
signals, it was not helping her. I was still in control of the match and she
was growing frustrated. And, as the old adage goes, if it ain't broke, don't
fix it. So I did not want any action taken and argued that point with the
umpire. Back then, umpires never took action unless a player complained. And
I was stunned that German officials wanted to penalize one of their own.
When they booted Peter Graf from the arena, I was dumbstruck, along with a
sold-out stadium crowd.

This was unheard of at the time. It was not until ten years later that
another parent would be escorted from an event- when Mary Pierce's father
Jim struck a spectator at the French Open and was kicked out of Roland
Garros. But on this occasion, Graf felt her father's pain and embarrassment
and retaliated furiously to the indignation- as I knew she would. With
adrenaline flowing, she blasted balls on the lines, issuing insults to the
umpire between winners. I tried to slow the pace, stall her momentum, give
her time to calm down and return to her former frustrated self, but to no
avail.

When she began charging the net with the score 5-5, I knew I was in trouble.
Steffi attacking net? It was as unlikely then as it was 15 years later. But
she was out of her mind, rushing in like a raging bull at a red flag. At
deuce I put up a deep lob, knowing her overhead was one of her dicier shots.
With aplomb Graf galloped back, leaped up in the air and slam dunked the
ball past me. That was the match.

Neither of us shook hands with the umpire after she prevailed 7-5. That
umpire ruined my chance to win the prized Porsche given the victor. And
instead of getting my picture in the paper the next day, photos of Steffi's
father being escorted from the arena like a criminal monopolized the
headlines. Steffi boycotted the tournament for the next 13 years, playing it
only once more at the end of her career.

It was that intensity that made Graf great- and in my opinion the greatest
of all time. Steffi went on to win all the majors at least four times each.
She captured all four majors in the same calendar year to win the Grand Slam
in 1988 and made it a Golden one by winning the gold medal at the Olympics
in Seoul. At the beginning of her career, she beat the legends of the past,
ruled at No.1 longer than any other player in history, and at the end of her
career overtook the youngsters at the top of the game.

Still, these accomplishments did little to melt Graf's icy image. I always
smiled when Steffi was described as "cold, aloof or robotic" because she was
anything but that. She simply hid her feelings by channelling them into her
tennis. With little formal education (Steffi did not graduate from high
school) and little social interaction, Graf seemed to insecure to express
her opinions verbally, so she expressed herself with her racquet. The more
emotion she felt, the harder she played.

"I tried feeling like I did not have anything to prove but to myself", says
Graf. "Nothing gave me the same high as winning a big match or hitting a
hard shot. Maybe all the comments [from Hingis, et al] made the matches
bigger for me. Those highs from winning were hard to find anywhere else.
They kept me going.""

When Graf was angry, she produced her best tennis. Her disgust often came
from feeling slighted or underestimated. Hingis' insults motivated her
beyond what even she believed she could obtain. Graf never expected to win
the French Open this year. Upending three top seeds- Davenport, Seles and
Hingis- en route to the title was a triumph of mind over matter. Although
the various injuries she's suffered over the years had softened her
perfectionist approach to the game, the killer look in her eye during the
French Open final against Hingis reminded me of her glaring countenance
toward the umpire in Stuttgart 15 years ago.

On the other hand, when Graf was happy, she appeared distracted on the
court, without her usual edge. And Steffi without that edge was just another
top player. Let's face it: Her strokes were not technically sound. Her
backhand was not an offensive shot, her forehand had a huge mechanical hitch
that required perfect position and balance and her net game was untested and
unused.

But catching Graf off guard was a rarity. Tennis monopolized her life. When
she dominated the game in the 80's she thrived on practice and developed her
self-esteem hitting forehands and backhands. Nothing else filled the void.
She tried other sports and business ventures, but they never encapsulated
the same feelings as winning a tournament. She talked of the highs and lows
of her career often, always giddy when recalling the big moments and dour,
if not depressed, over the disappointments.

"Looking back, I can't believe how depressed I would get after a loss," Graf
told me. " I would sit in my room so upset with how I played. I was very
hard on myself. And when rehab for an injury didn't go well, I was hard to
talk to, no question about it. I could be very difficult then."

In the last years, Graf began to show her feelings more. She teared up on
court a few times when the crowd overwhelmed her with affection. She nearly
cried when a group of inner-city kids serenaded her when she appeared at a
school in the United States. She laughed when Serena Williams pounded a few
winning volleys by her at the Evert Cup in Indian Wells. She joked about
hanging in her bedroom the four screws which bonded her knee together for
months after surgery. She skipped giddily onto the podium to accept her
French Open trophy this year. She flirted on Centre Court at Wimbledon with
childhood idol and mixed doubles partner John McEnroe. Then she smooched
with Agassi at the U.S. Open.

"I've always been pretty emotional," says Graf. "I just am not the kind of
person that likes to talk about it. It's personal. And some things have to
stay personal when everything in this career is so public."

That Graf's emotions have recently been front and center for all to see
indicates that she has developed enough self-confidence off the court to
pursue life without the safety net of a racquet. Her retirement had nothing
to do with a fear of losing. She had long since achieved everything there
was to achieve in tennis and was not afraid of losing in another tournament.
And, for a change, she was injury free and as fit as could be expected.

"I can retire with my physical health [preserved]," Graf says. "I can be
active and exercise the rest of my life- which is so important for me.
Fitness had nothing to do with my retirement. And I'm glad that it didn't,
because I could retire on my own terms."

Steffi Graf retired because her intensity was gone. Her effort at the French
Open and Wimbledon this year zapped her emotionally. Getting together with
Agassi then cemented the change. Left on her own, Graf probably would have
revived from her summer successes and shifted back into competitive gear by
the new year. But Agassi was there to fill the void, give her another option
and show her some fun.

Steffi was also happy- too happy to compete in the ferocious way that she
used to. Whether her romance with Agassi lasts or not, Graf clearly was
ready to make the transition. She was finally ready to move on and find a
new life.

"In some ways, it's all new for me now," Graf says. "Travelling to places
for vacation, not for practice. Doing things just because I want to do them.
Seeing new things and just having the time to [waste] if I want. I never
thought that I would see so many options out there once I stopped competing.
But I do. I see more than I ever have."

Graf Overwhelms Sabatini

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"New York Times"
1989

MELBOURNE, Australia, Thursday, Jan. 26 (AP) -- Steffi Graf, the
defending champion, turned on her awesome power after a shaky start
today and overwhelmed Gabriela Sabatini, 6-3, 6-0, in the Australian
Open to reach her eighth straight Grand Slam final.

After Graf broke for 2-all in the first set, Sabatini won only 14
points the rest of the match. Graf won all but 8 points in the second
set, which lasted only 19 minutes.

"Gaby was not physically there today," said Graf. "She wasn't moving
as fast as she can. I was fully there. I wanted to win very badly."

        Going for 5th Straight Slam

Graf, who hasn't lost a set in the tournament, will go for her fifth
consecutive Grand Slam title Saturday against fifth-seeded Helena
Sukova, who downed unseeded Belinda Cordwell of New Zealand, 7-6, 4-6,
6-2, in an earlier semifinal.

Sabatini defeated Graf twice last year, but those are the Argentine's
only victories over her West German teen-age rival in 17 meetings.

"I couldn't do anything today," said Sabatini, now 0-5 against Graf in
Grand Slam matches. "She moved me around and I couldn't run. She made
no mistakes in the second set, but I let her play that way."

Sukova overcame her erratic ground strokes to reach her third Grand
Slam final in a match filled with 56 unforced errors, 15 double
faults, and 11 service breaks, including four straight in the opening
set.

     
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July 10, 1995

JOHN ROBERTS
Tennis Correspondent

Next time you have to wait 20 minutes because your train is delayed,
or there is a problem with air traffic control, or the table you
reserved has been given to somebody else, console yourself. lt is
merely the time it takes to complete one game in a Wimbledon women's
singles final. A unique game, it must be added, between a tall,
athletic German and a short, lively Spaniard who looks as if she might
have popped out of a bouncy castle.

                Steffi Graf and Arantxa Sanchez Vicario enraptured the Centre Court
on Saturday in what ranks among the greatest of matches. lt will be
remembered for "The Game", which Virginia Wade encapsulated as "a
match within a match", but there was much more to it.

                The standard of play was high from start to finish, the ball driven
or coaxed to the corners
of the court, barely clearing the net - except when Graf was executing
11 winning smashes - and the players a blur of action, straining for
the initiative. There were errors - how else would time have been
found for the men's final yesterday? - but they were made chiefly in
the quest for superiority, not because of a lack of nerve.

                Graf triumphed after two hours and two minutes, 4-6, 6-1, 7-5, but
Sanchez Vicario finally had materialised as a major personality in the
grasscourt game, no longer the fringe figure at Wimbledon whose name
seemed to attract an inordinate amount of attention when she competed
in tournaments elswhere on the globe.

                The 23-year-old from Barcelona repeated several times that she was
proud of herself and considered herself unlucky not to have been
presented with the Venus Rosewater Dish. Instead she added to the fun
by pretending to steal the trophy from an opponent who had already won
it five times.

                Many voices tried to reassure the loser. The Prince of Asturias
"told me it was only some points that Steffl was lucky to have" and
the Duchess of Kent "said in the next few years I will lift the trophy
up".

                Sanchez Vicario tended to whinge about line calls which went against
her, including one
in "The Game". But Spanish observers were inclined to recount another
of those 32 points - the fifth of her eight which which she might have
won the game - when a backhand stop-volley carried a touch too much
pace, enabling Graf to run the ball down and lash a backhand pass down
the line.

                The important thing was that Sanchez Vicario had convinced herself
that the Wimbledon prize is now within the scope of her game, which
previously had only prospered on slower surfaces. She has the
necessary variety of shots, and had the confidence to go for them.

                That is how she succeeded in winning an excellent opening set and
was able to recover after being broken to 1-2 in the final set
extending the duel, which was being fought in hot, almost airless
conditions. When Graf was about to serve, 4-5 down, a American
colleague expressed the hope that the match would not end there and
then, because it deserved a longer run. Little did we know.

                After the mental and physical exertions of the epic 11th game, it
may have seemed a formality for Graf when she served for the title at
40-0 in the concluding game, having drawn three errors from her
opponent. The truth is she was trembling so much that she could hardly
keep her racket still. "I had to say to myself, 'OK, OK, keep cool,
now you have got it',"

                The serve was deep, and strong enough to deny Sanchez Vicario
options on the return, and when Graf punched a confident backhand
volley, the Spaniard responded with a backhand which drifted beyond
the baseline.

                So ended the most wonderful women's match of my experience for
all-round entertainment. Some would argue that Margaret Court's 1970
win against Billie Jean King, 14-12, 11-9, was better. All a matter of
taste and opinion, of course.

    Laurie Pignon, a former colleague, has never enjoyed a final more,
and his mind casts back as far as Alice Marble, in 1939.

                Two cranes have presided over the All England Club's grounds during
the fortnight, evidence that the future of the Championships is under
way. It seemed appropriate to be reminded that the event is nothing
without great matches, and that the women are determined to continue
their contribution to the rich tapestry.

                Incidentally, Graf and Sanchez Vicario are not the first women to
find a place in the record books after disputing a point or two. Vicky
Nelson and Jean Hepner would not let one go for 29 minutes. The ball
crossed the net 643 times during a rally in a tie-break. Nelson won
the shoot-out, 13-11, in an hour and 47 minutes. It brought her
victory, 6-4, 7-6, after six hours and 31 minutes.

                But that was in a run-of-the-tour event in Richmond, Virginia, in
1984. This is the Big W.