Reading it now, and the part were he mentions Nadal being a technical expert and Federer being a thing of beauty and a joy forever (paraphrase SO MINE) is spot-on. Ferrer, and what I saw of Nadal and Soderling, were men of precision, who stood, ran and hit by the book, whereas Federer looked for all the world like he was frolicking in the park, having fun without worrying about his form. It was that sort of innate talent that people who deliberately work all their lives at perfecting a skill never attain that makes all us non-Mozarts of the world insane.