One day, many years from now, when we will be old, more tired but still hungry for tennis, we will look back and be amazed to have lived among the giants of this era: Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, Novak Djokovic, but also Andy Murray and Stan Wawrinka.
And all stars of the women's Tour, like Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova. YES, SERENA WILLIAMS (AND HER SISTER VENUS) AND MARIA SHARAPOVA IN THE SAME ERA OF FEDERER, NADAL AND DJOKOVIC. We all underestimate this golden age of tennis too much, but it must be highlighted well with capital letters.
The gods of the Game must have framed unimaginable astral conjunctions to the simple human eye to make this meteor shower of stars fall on the earth, which shone like blinding light, inflaming the hearts of the fans and making the fortunes of tournaments, sponsors and us media, that we have and are continuing the blessed fortune of celebrating these great champions for twenty-one years.
From the advent of the Williams Sisters, to Federer and Sharapova's triumphs at Wimbledon, to the rise of Nadal, to Djokovic's robotic tyranny. Not to mention that undergrowth of great tennis players who, for one reason or another, have not completely managed to blossom under the long shadow of the Big Three and Serena.
There are special mentions. Venus Williams, Maria Sharapova, Andy Murray and Stan Wawrinka did the impossible, winning titles and becoming among the greatest champions the Game remembers. Able to block the way from their cumbersome brothers and sisters, to snatch titles and victories from them.
How can we forget Wawrinka's stellar triumph against Djokovic at Roland Garros 2015? How can we forget Murray's triumphant 2016, also closed as world no.1?
The Gods of the Game gave us a super Era
But not only them: in ten years we cannot fail to mention also Marin Cilic, Juan Martin del Potro and Dominic Thiem.
Tennis players who, born in another era, would have had an even greater career. Like Angelique Kerber, Simona Halep, Petra Kvitova and Garbine Muguruza. Naomi Osaka, still very young, is trying to retrace Serena's footsteps, and the route seems to be the right one too!
There has never, NEVER, been an era so full of champions all together. Perhaps in the 1920s, with the four musketeers Rene Lacoste, Jacques Brugnon, Henri Cochet and Jean Borotra, plus Suzanne Lenglen. The first real golden years of tennis.
Not even during the Ages of Bjorn Borg and John McEnroe, or Martina Naratilova, Steffi Graf or Chris Evert. Many, many rivalries, up to that between Andre Agassi and Pete Sampras, but never a cusp with the three most successful champions of the sport.
Old, never tame and tired, more rusty, but capable of surprising everyone. In the midst of all this chasing of records, numbers and various bul****ts, this band of our beloved insanes player who travel around the world eleven months a year running after a tennis ball, here we are, admiring the deeds of these heroes (or villains, depending on the fans!), always with an empty belly that more than 100 Slams in twenty years, a lot of money, love and popularity has not yet fully satisfied.
They will still be there at the Australian Open. For themselves and for us. Thanks to the Gods of the Game.