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One possesses youth, talent, fame, even beauty, the other none of the above except arrogance, physical repulsiveness and a sexual impudence that fits perfectly into our pornocentric culture. Both, however, need to quit their respective professions, the former in order to preserve his great legacy, the latter to save the city of New York from one more repellent politician-pervert. I’ll start with the good guy. Roger Federer is among the greatest champions ever, if not the greatest of all time. If one goes by the record, 17 grand slams, he has the top spot by a mile. He’s been — sorry for the cliché — a credit to the game, a great sportsman whose only mistake in my not so humble opinion is to keep competing. Just before this year’s Wimbledon I wrote in these pages that he was no longer a threat. Alas, I was proved right, Roger losing in an early round to a player ranked 116.
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