Rafa has never once acted like he belonged on a pedestal.
He picks at his shorts. He places water bottles like sacred objects. He nods at a good shot from a qualifier ranked 150th. He credits luck when he hits a miracle pass. rafapal
For the scars. The titles. The tears. And for never, ever giving up on a ball that looked gone. Rafa has never once acted like he belonged on a pedestal
And yet, he runs down a dropshot. He curls a lefty forehand that should be illegal. He roars. rafapal
— Your fellow Rafapal
So whether you call him Rafa, Nadal, or simply the King of Clay —
That day will break something in all of us. But here’s what won’t break: the example.