A Champion's Mind - Pete Sampras
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Doc was making such a big deal out of it. They finally dragged me off to the locker room and gave me a<br />
pill that quickly helped stop the cramping, but every time I thought back to Doc Fareed’s panicked<br />
reaction, I burst out laughing again.<br />
Unfortunately, Jim lost the second rubber on Friday to Yevgeny Kafelnikov, leaving us tied at 1–1.<br />
When Tom decided that I would be playing singles, he penciled in Todd and Richey Reneberg as the<br />
doubles team. But with the score tied, Tom had second thoughts. Anytime the tie is deadlocked at 1–1 the<br />
team that wins the doubles goes into the final day of singles with a huge advantage—and much less<br />
pressure. That’s one of the beauties of Davis Cup—the importance of doubles, the game that plays second<br />
fiddle to singles at regular tournaments.<br />
Tom asked me how I felt about playing the doubles. I said, “Well, I’ve had better days . . . but yeah,<br />
why not?” So the next day, Todd and I went out and played a very solid match to take the doubles. The<br />
most valuable by-product of Gully’s shrewd move was that it took the Russians by surprise. Suddenly<br />
they were down 1–2, on the brink of elimination and, despite their home-court advantage, looking at<br />
having to beat two of the very top players in the world. That clay was the surface probably provided little<br />
comfort after what I had done on day one. I was the dominant number one player in the world, and I had<br />
taken personal control of the tie.<br />
I was first up on Sunday. I felt a little heavy-legged but I knew I was one match away from a great<br />
achievement. And I was going up against Kafelnikov, a guy I always enjoyed playing—a guy who was<br />
good, and who lorded it over a lot of guys ranked lower down, but who always admired my game. Now<br />
he had to beat me to keep his nation’s Davis Cup hopes alive.<br />
For no good reason I can name, I played a great match at the most opportune of moments. Call it fate.<br />
Call it lucking out. Call it whatever. The bottom line is that Yevgeny never had a chance. I got into the<br />
zone a little bit. Surviving that Chesnokov match had really loosened me up, made me feel anything was<br />
possible, and winning the doubles didn’t hurt. I mixed up my game against Kafelnikov. I served and<br />
volleyed a bit, stayed back some, kept him off balance by alternately going for my big shots and then<br />
hanging back, seeing what—if anything—he could bring to hurt me.<br />
I led 6–2, 6–4, and Kafelnikov’s last glimmer of hope flashed by in the third-set tiebreaker. I went up<br />
6–4, and then served an ace right up the middle to end it. Tom rushed onto the court, and he was very, very<br />
emotional. First thing he whispered to me was, “I wish Tim could have been here to see that.”<br />
It was a touching moment and seconds later the rest of the squad engulfed us, and we let it all hang out,<br />
celebrating on the court. Andre, who had borne the load with me all year, was there to share in the joy. I<br />
really appreciated that he had sucked it up and made the trip over. He could have blown it off, especially<br />
after seeing his amazing year go down the tubes after that devastating loss to me in the U.S. Open final<br />
followed by his chest injury.<br />
It didn’t seem like it at the time, but that Davis Cup performance would become a highlight of my<br />
career and a chapter in Davis Cup lore and legend. Yet it barely made the media radar in the United<br />
States. I’m not sure there was a single American reporter in Moscow—other than the ubiquitous Bud<br />
Collins. I still can’t explain how the win came about, but I have a funny feeling that the desperate straits in<br />
which we found ourselves loosened up the team. We had nothing to lose and felt no real pressure.<br />
Our celebration carried over to the locker room after the dead fifth rubber, and that night we had a<br />
function with the usual assortment of USTA and ITF bigwigs, and the Davis Cup sponsors. And that’s a<br />
weird thing about Davis Cup. You feel this incredible camaraderie when you’re in it, and this wonderful<br />
bond with the team, the coach, even the support personnel like Doc Fareed and Bobby Russo. You win,<br />
and the best moment is in the team room or locker room, before it’s opened up to all the officials. You pop<br />
the champagne with your buddies, have a few sips, have a few laughs, and then get ready for the official<br />
banquet. After that, everyone goes his separate way. You don’t even travel together, because you’re<br />
usually headed for different places.