Walkover

The match was so exciting,
No one clearly in the lead.
Though Rafa won a tiebreak,
Nothing else was guaranteed.

The second set had started,
Rafa sweating in the heat.
While playing on his birthday,
He would not accept defeat.

Approaching six games all,
Another tiebreak on the rise,
His opponent turned his ankle 
And fell down before our eyes.

His pain appeared enormous;
He was helped to leave the court 
In a wheelchair, as he realized
All his hopes had come up short.

So Nadal is in the finals;
He “walked over,” as they say.
Not one soul, including Rafa, 
Wished for it to end that way.

*French Open Semi-Finals
Rafael (Rafa) Nadal vs. Alexander Zverev

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