Coria is always beginning - outside his past glory and the succession of failures

Posted by bumeral

July 22, 2008

Coria celebrates its title in 2003 Kitzbühel
Buenos Aires - Another disappointment. Now Guillermo Coria went into his debut in Kitzbühel, Austria, side by side with the greatest of the so-called “Legion argentina.” Equally, he renews his bid to regain at least in part, old splendors.

His immediate antecedent is not encouraging. Lost in first round in Stuttgart before Eduardo Schwank, in an example of conduct bipolar finish: 6-0 after winning the first set, was lost in his existential hesitations, nailed 19 double-faults tare chronic decisively in its lasting impact decline-and lost by beating the following two partial.

Of course, this action was not a surprise: this year they had quickly dispatched in Vina del Mar, Barcelona, Warsaw and Roland Garros, fate similar to that ran in the challengers of Barletta and Naples. However, the Magician and insists, as if he defeats slipped, shows hopeful in a rematch immediately.

Coria, who was number 3 in the world, has been accustomed to lose lots of dedicated players. It has stabilized at the periphery of the circuit, however, perseveres with the zeal of a beginner. It does what Palota. Although perhaps only auscultation the atmosphere of stadiums and the pace of competition as it reversed a way to regain valuable lost amulet. A ritual of the disinherited.

At this stage, rather than hurgar on the reasons for their decline, sounds more appropriate to ask for the purposes of force Coria. Both issues we send a strange opposition: How an athlete so vulnerable psychologically (their self-esteem would have suffered irreparable harm) is the strength of overcoming time and again to defeat? There are few who recommended him to hang Coria slippers; however it goes, does bolsito to train, and write in the next tournament.

Inevitable think of the myth of Sisyphus. According to Greek mythology, Sisyphus, fallen out of favour with the gods, was doomed to perpetual failure. He had to carry a huge rock by a steep slope, but, invariably, to reach the top, stone Rhodes to the foot of the mountain. Therefore, had to start over the task. And so forever. For Albert Camus, this miserable routine summarizing the course absurdity of life (his famous essay, which deals with suicide, called precisely the myth of Sisyphus), although there is no shortage interpretations more hopeful.

Less philosophical us, but equally intrigued by the obstinacy of Sisyphus with racket, discard the idea of penance (it is conceivable, anyway, by the evaporation of its unexplained gifts, which Coria have any outstanding account with the gods). We could conclude that, since childhood formatted to play tennis, there is no alternative to the horizons that guide their energy. Or that, at 26 years, the Magician fantasea, contrary to the logic flying experts, with which, sooner rather than later, regain the subtlety of his wrist and champion of the temple as if nothing had happened.

As mire, the insistence of Coria may be touching or pathetic. Inspiration or absurd. Probably neither he have answers to undertake this adventure increasingly uncertain in which there is little evidence of a resurrection.

I like to think that, back to the logic of goals that govern the lives and careers, Coria had opted to validate this as an absolute sense.

Just as was spared the burden of the glorious past (the pride that enslaves), you can ignore the defeat yesterday. Today will play another game, and that certainty is the result really matters.

There is no past or project that will steal the attention, there is no trial or prognosis that his integrity Mello tennis. Election and destination match for a day and that day light, guided by the desire, is multiplied.

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