What a shame we were never able to call her Aussie Kim
This afternoon non-Aussie Kim Clijsters became the first person to win the US Open from a wild card entry and the first mother to win a Grand Slam since Evonne Goolagong in 1980. Her victory was cool on so many levels - not least of all she let her racquet do the talking - and not by throwing it at a lineswoman.
Clijsters made it into the final after beating Serena Williams in the match that could cost Williams her popularity. The sight of one of the most successful tennis players of all time baring down on a tiny lines woman after a fair and square ruling of foot fault was ugly to say the least.
But Clijsters kept her cool, and just five weeks after returning to the circuit from a 27-month break she was back - the woman we were once so close to being able to claim as our own.
In case you missed it - this was how Williams crashed out of the tournament in the previous round.
Rather than detracting from Clijster’s triumph today, however, Williams just highlighted how classy Kim is. What a pity we’re no longer allowed to call our “Our Kim Clijsters”.
Back in the old days when she was engaged to Lleyton Hewitt we didn’t realise how lucky we could have been. Instead she moved on, met a European chap, retired from tennis, had a baby and now has come back in fine style.
Belgian Kim just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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