Sunday 16 August 2020

Brief 1: Ronnie and Serena

I’m going to write posts which are only 500 words long. I keep on trying to write long pieces and getting bogged down. So if I set an artificial limit, they may be easier to write and more readable.

They’ll be on anything – music, sport, film, books, politics, personal … anything ... here's the first ...

Ronnie and Serena 

Ronnie O’Sullivan is the Serena Williams of snooker and vice versa. It is not a perfect comparison, I know. With Ronnie, for starters, there is no Venus figure. Venus Williams herself is one of the great undersung heroic enigmas in sport and, like it or not, the Serena Williams story does not happen without her, but, for the purposes of this brief comparison, I’ll have to pretend she doesn’t exist.

What particularly fascinates me about Ronnie and Serena is that they were both, in their day, seen as too easily distracted, not focused enough on their careers, somehow disrespectful to their profession, and yet, here they are, way after most of their peers have faded, still at it, still battling and striving.

It raises questions about whether too much intensity at a young age shortens careers, while a bit of distraction and hinterland does the opposite.

In both their cases, as well, their natural talent is almost held against them, or taken so for granted that people don’t notice what battlers and tacticians they are. O’Sullivan doesn’t magically win all his matches by hitting 147 breaks in 5 minutes every frame. Williams doesn’t serve down 130mph ace after ace. They have peaks and troughs in every match, they fight and commit, they’re prepared to get ugly if needs be.

They invite polarisation where none needs exist. If Serena Williams is being deeply rude to a linesperson, or Ronnie is slagging off his fellow pros, you don’t actually have to defend that if you love them. They are overwhelming wonderful and great for their sport, but that doesn’t mean they can’t do shit which is out of order sometimes. And if you hate them, if you think something they've done along the way mars the grandeur and magnitude of their achievements, well that's a shame for you.

They have both had to endure more than the usual amount of off-court/table trauma, they’ve both had to endure far more intrusion into their personal lives than is usual, both had to carry the full weight of their respective sports. There is, with both, a peculiar fragility which belies their extraordinary winning ratio. I often feel Serena’s on the point of cracking, of giving up, but how rarely she does. Likewise Ronnie.

They both seem to care little about the opposition. Unlike, say, Michael Jordan, who was apparently always inspired by making it personal, it hardly ever seems personal with Williams and O’Sullivan. They both seemed baffled as much as anything by the “rivalries” that the likes of Sharapova and Shaun Murphy sought to establish with them.

I’d say that Serena seems a pretty benevolent presence off-court these days, whereas Ronnie’s dismissiveness of the younger generation of snooker players is funny but sour.

They also differ in that I genuinely believe Ronnie when he says it’s not about winning and losing for him, it’s about how he plays. It’s clear that winning doesn’t always bring him satisfaction, which must be terrible in a way, but I would also imagine has brought him a calm and a reasonable ability to deal with losing in and of itself.

Whereas, with Serena, I think, it’s all about the winning, more than the process. Rightly or wrongly, she’s never been seen as the Federer of women's sport, the artist-champion, the great aesthete, whereas Ronnie has had to put up with that notion throughout.

Anyway, here they both roll along - here's Ronnie struggling his way to further greatness, winning his 6th world title 6 years after his 5th, probably after many thought he'd still be able or bothered to. Look at Serena, almost 39, she's lost her last couple of Grand Slam titles, people are looking towards the end ... I think there'll be one more.

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