James Blake: the curse to be an American hero.

Cruel destiny: lately, if you’re the american best ranked, the crowd favourite, you’ll start to have pressure, ‘cause people probably will expect you to win, and on and on. The same story. The last victim of the inexorable fate is James Blake, a good guy with a tragic back-story about his injuries and the loss of his father, from which he took the strength and determination to get the top 10.
What’s happened? Blake was upset by Ruben Ramirez Hidalgo, a Spaniard red clay specialist who had never won a match on hard court before this week. Blake became summer hard court season by winning Indianapolis in an all American final against A Rod, but from there on it was almost a disaster. And yesterday he went to the bottom.
What’s wrong? I don’t wanna say James is a one-dimensional player, he is talented and recently he developed every aspect of the game. But he is a little unbalanced: his game relies too much on cracking forehand, and over all, on his speed of the ball. He has little patience in long rallies. That’s why when JB has a bad momentum he can lose seemingly easy matches. That’s about all of this.