Nice article about doubles from Tennisworld (http://tennisworld.typepad.com/thewr...our-score.html
). Here is the part of it about Zimonjic/Nestor 2nd round match:
"With the win, Murray and Hutchins earned a match against the top seeds, Daniel Nestor and Nenad Zimonjic, on Friday. Open schedulers underestimated the interest in this one; it was played in front of the small bleachers on Court 6, which were completely packed even before the players arrived. The fans weren’t disappointed, as the two teams fought tooth and nail, serve and return, lob and overhead, volley and pass, into a third-set tiebreaker before Nestor and Zimonjic, who do this sort of high-wire act for a living, prevailed.
It was Murray who I came to see, but it was Zimonjic who ended up impressing me the most. The bearded Serb is an intimidating presence; he’s built more like a football player, at least in the upper body, than he is a tennis player. All of which makes his clean ball-striking from the ground a surprise. On the first point, he took a Murray first serve and rifled a line-drive, point-winning backhand return. On both sides, he generates an immense amount of power with a short, sharp backswing. He can bomb a serve, too. Nestor, an ectomorphic Canadian whose 36th birthday is approaching, is the hands guy and the better volleyer. He’s also good at picking his spots. While he missed a lot of returns early, he came through with a series of clutch shots—including a backhand volley winner when he and Zimonjic were down 15-40 on his serve at 3-3 in the third. The ball crossed the net by a millimeter and ended up saving the match.
NzNestor and Zimonjic won Wimbledon this year, and they looked like professional partners, right down to their matching Nikes. Murray, on the other hand, with his unkempt hair and wispy traces of facial scrag, looked a prep school refugee. Hutchins, sporting a shiny necklace and bracelet, betrayed a little of the vanity of a soccer star. The two Brits’ girlfriends, who sat near me in the stands, also had a certain Footballers Wives quality, with their oversize designer sunglasses, very long hair, lipstick reapplied mid-match, various phones and cameras sticking out of big handbags, and sparkling teeth. But neither rooted as hard or as vocally for Hutchins as the woman from the U.S. who was sitting directly behind me. She noted early on that Hutchins was “cute,” and insisted that she and her husband stay to watch even when he wanted to leave. She urged the Brits on by saying “Come on, guys” as if they were her brothers. When Hutchins bricked a crucial volley into the net, she cried, in a consoling voice, “Oh, al-most!” I told you New Yorkers like to choose sides. This seemed like as good a reason as any.
The match was a barn-burner, played, as all top doubles is played, at net level—there are always about three times as many balls that catch the tape in a doubles match as there are in singles. Highlights included Murray’s full-blooded returns down the alley and rocketed serves up the T—it was easy to tell who the singles player was. A full-stretch winning return by Hutchins brought the crowd to its feet and a shy smile of acknowledgment from him. In a brilliant point at the end of the first set, Murray jumped back and hit a deep backhand lob only to see Zimonjic reach back and absolutely crush it for a winning overhead of his own. Overall, there was a keen sense of grit and fight from both teams, even when they fell behind. Few points were lost on errors. Any ball that crept a few inches above net level was dealt with severely.
What most impressed me was the sense that this was life or death for both teams. We know Nestor, Zimonjic, and Hutchins make their living on the doubles court, but Murray was every bit as enraged in defeat as he would have been in singles—after one missed shot, he blasted a ball off the court and out of the grounds; after another he punched his strings with his fist and screamed, “You’re better than that!” I had to think again: When I play doubles, I often get even more competitive than I am in singles, because now there are two guys on the other side of the net that I don’t want to lose to. Maybe dubs is painfully do or die after all, just like singles.
What will always hurt doubles, though, is its lack of narrative. The top singles players represent something to their fans, some element of the game that they particularly value—Nadal is will and ferocity; Federer is serene elegance under pressure; Djokovic is the eternal cocky upstart. What are Nenad Zimonjic and Daniel Nestor? They’re just fabulous, if flawed, tennis players. The ATP is right to encourage its stars to play dubs, though the only truly effective way to do that would be to combine singles and doubles in the rankings. For now, we can keep hoping for the odd foray by a big name like Murray into the doubles arena. Not only does he elevate the sport—expand it, really, with his touch on the one hand and his power on the other—but he gives fans a chance to see just how good, how gritty, how skilled, those faceless “doubles specialists” really are."