Wimbledon 1984: John McEnroe defeats Jimmy Connors

Extract: Serious by John McEnroe

Some people talk about my 6-1 6-2 6-2 destruction of Connors in the 1984 Wimbledon as my greatest match ever, but the truth is – between you and me – I thought Jimmy was just a little flat that day.
I was also having one of those days, when everything seemed to be going almost too right. I got out of bed in the morning feeling great, and in my practice session, the ball looked as big as a cantaloupe. Since I always manage to worry when things are going well, I stopped the session early – I was afraid of leaving my best stuff in practice.

But it just kept getting better.
In fairness, Connors had had a tough semi against Lendl, a four-set slugfest on a very hot afternoon,while I had won in three agaisnt that feisty Aussie whippersnapper Pat Cash. Cash was a tough serve-and-volleyer in that great Down-Under tadition, still a little green at nineteen, but a great athlete and a fine tennis player. I thought he was a comer – especially after he shouldered me on a changeover during the second-set tiebreaker. That, I felt, was a very interesting move: here I was, number one in the world, a two-time Wimbledon champ, one of the game’s grand old men at twenty five … This kid’s got the right attitude, I thought.

Meanwhile, my attitude had utterly changed. I had wasted too much energy at the French by getting angry, I realized; from the first match at the All England Club that year, I was determined not to do anything that would derail me from avenging Roland Garros – my only loss in fifty-two matches so fa in ’84 – and winning my hat-trick Wimbledon. I was on a five-match winning steak against Jimmy, and I felt confident I could make it six.
I just didn’t know it would be so easy.

The heat wave had continued, but I was hotter than the weather that Sunday afternoon. From the start, Connors just couldn’t find his rhythm, while I was serving unbelievably well – slicing it wide, popping it up in the middle, doing whatever I wanted. I hit seventy-four percent of my first serves in the match, with ten aces and no double faults. I had three –three – unforced errors in the match.

That’s the best I ever played

I said in the press conference afterward. It was also the best I’d ever acted at Wimbledon: The London tabloids dubbed me ‘Saint John‘.

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  1. don_budge says:

    but johnny…why didn’t you mention that you were playing with a suped up racquet compared to jimmy’s dinosaur. 1984 was the end of classic tennis. the end of an era. no wonder you say that connor’s was half a step slow…it was the racquet differential. not that you didn’t play well. but you racquet was 14% bigger than his. quite an advantage in the hands of an assassin. it was like connors brought a knife to a gunfight.

  2. Major Sharpe says:

    You could’ve given Jimmy three racquets and the entire A-Team as back-up and it still would not have made the slightest difference to the result that day. Mac touched the gods and Connors paid the price.

  3. Wickstrom says:

    I stayed home from church to watch this match!
    I was just 9 years old, but I vividly remember how well Mac played. Thats probably why I begged my mom to buy that 45$ Shirt years later!

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