There is just no pleasing some people. They complain that women's tennis has stagnated over the decade during which a couple of dilettante sisters from Los Angeles have made this place their own.
Then, when you get a Grand Slam final like the one contested between Francesca Schiavone and Sam Stosur in Paris last month, they complain that variety only means mediocrity. Well, this time nobody should have any complaints.
A gratifying fortnight for romantics is consummated by the disarming appearance in her first Grand Slam final of Vera Zvonareva. And waiting for her in the final of the ladies' singles this afternoon is the defending champion, Serena Williams, who has won a dozen of her 15 Grand Slam finals and has yet to drop a single set. Whatever happens, we are going to have a worthy winner.