Roger Federer: grass strokes & grace notes.
Wimbledon, 2017. On the Centre-Court lawn where history rustles like silk, Roger Federer unfurled a backhand that seemed to skim the blades rather than strike the ball. One hop, a liquid arc, and Tomas Berdych’s reply was a mere salute to genius. The Swiss maestro moved as though choreographed by the very shadows—light on his shoes, lighter still on the doubts that had crept in after a near-five-year drought of Slam silverware. That afternoon, the old kingdom —white dress code, ivy, and polite roars—felt once more the hush that precedes royalty.
What remains extraordinary is not just the ledger—eight Wimbledon crowns, six Australian Opens, five US Opens, one stubborn Roland-Garros, the six silken year-end Masters, the avalanche of Masters 1000 titles—but the flavour of them. Federer didn’t so much win as persuade; points ended before opponents realised they’d been lured into a waltz. Even in Beijing’s humid cauldron, where he and Stan Wawrinka harvested Olympic gold, his strokes kept the crisp accent of Swiss German spoken through a Stradivarius.
There were hiccups, naturally, human thumbprints on the porcelain. A teenage Federer once shattered a racquet in Hamburg, appalled by his own petulance, vowing never to repeat the tantrum. Twenty years later, he scolded himself for missing a practice slot by four minutes. Perfectionism, but of the courteous sort—ballkids thanked him for folded towels; umpires for the quiet query, “Was it long?” rather than barked dissent.
Even his losses are embroidered into folklore. Think of the twilight five-setter against Nadal in 2008, rain-punctured, heartbreak-drenched, yet an aria for the ages. Or the 2019 Wimbledon final, twin match points flashing by like fireflies, destiny turning on the hinge of a millimetre. Through each stumble, he remained the sport’s moral compass, his press-room grace as pristine as the linen he wore on court.
To hang the new Roger Federer print of that airborne backhand is to pin a moment of airborne time to your wall. The shot is captured mid-flight, racquet describing a calligraphic flourish, legs scissoring in a silhouette every aspiring stylist tries to trace. Frame it as a tennis poster, place it beside your bookshelf or workspace, and feel the hush of Centre Court settle each time your eyes wander there. No mere décor, this is living proof that elegance can travel at 130 mph and land with the softness of a sigh—a piece of tennis wall art for those who believe sport can still be poetry.
Bring home that poetry: claim your Roger Federer print today and let the grass-court bard rally your imagination every morning. One glance, one silent rally, and you’ll know why the world once paused for a backhand.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
Roger Federer: grass strokes & grace notes.
Wimbledon, 2017. On the Centre-Court lawn where history rustles like silk, Roger Federer unfurled a backhand that seemed to skim the blades rather than strike the ball. One hop, a liquid arc, and Tomas Berdych’s reply was a mere salute to genius. The Swiss maestro moved as though choreographed by the very shadows—light on his shoes, lighter still on the doubts that had crept in after a near-five-year drought of Slam silverware. That afternoon, the old kingdom —white dress code, ivy, and polite roars—felt once more the hush that precedes royalty.
What remains extraordinary is not just the ledger—eight Wimbledon crowns, six Australian Opens, five US Opens, one stubborn Roland-Garros, the six silken year-end Masters, the avalanche of Masters 1000 titles—but the flavour of them. Federer didn’t so much win as persuade; points ended before opponents realised they’d been lured into a waltz. Even in Beijing’s humid cauldron, where he and Stan Wawrinka harvested Olympic gold, his strokes kept the crisp accent of Swiss German spoken through a Stradivarius.
There were hiccups, naturally, human thumbprints on the porcelain. A teenage Federer once shattered a racquet in Hamburg, appalled by his own petulance, vowing never to repeat the tantrum. Twenty years later, he scolded himself for missing a practice slot by four minutes. Perfectionism, but of the courteous sort—ballkids thanked him for folded towels; umpires for the quiet query, “Was it long?” rather than barked dissent.
Even his losses are embroidered into folklore. Think of the twilight five-setter against Nadal in 2008, rain-punctured, heartbreak-drenched, yet an aria for the ages. Or the 2019 Wimbledon final, twin match points flashing by like fireflies, destiny turning on the hinge of a millimetre. Through each stumble, he remained the sport’s moral compass, his press-room grace as pristine as the linen he wore on court.
To hang the new Roger Federer print of that airborne backhand is to pin a moment of airborne time to your wall. The shot is captured mid-flight, racquet describing a calligraphic flourish, legs scissoring in a silhouette every aspiring stylist tries to trace. Frame it as a tennis poster, place it beside your bookshelf or workspace, and feel the hush of Centre Court settle each time your eyes wander there. No mere décor, this is living proof that elegance can travel at 130 mph and land with the softness of a sigh—a piece of tennis wall art for those who believe sport can still be poetry.
Bring home that poetry: claim your Roger Federer print today and let the grass-court bard rally your imagination every morning. One glance, one silent rally, and you’ll know why the world once paused for a backhand.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
---------------------------------------------------
➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
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