IN AUSTRALIA the least Swedish Swede of all won: Stefan Edberg, the boy to whom Percy Rosberg, Borg's first coach, had advised to leave the two-handed-backhand behind. "It spoils your natural aggressiveness" (he had said exactly the opposite to Borg).
A clear score: 6-4, 6-3, 6-3, to his friend Mats Wilander in the first all Swedish final in a Grand Slam tournament. It wasn't much of a fight: the match has always been in Edberg's hands and far from Wilander, the match time says it all: just an hour and a half.
If the seventeen-year-old Becker had triumphed in Wimbledon, in Melbourne the nineteen-year-old Edberg ruled, showing that now it's almost exclusively the young who control world tennis. Young but not unripe, though, at least judging their results, even if they are never considered favourite at the start.
Wilander had won in Paris earlier this year, Edberg hadn't won anything really big so far, even if in '83 he had been the only player to win the Junior Grand Slam, even if one year later in only two weeks he had climbed the computer rankings from 83 to 17, even if he had won the golden medal in the Los Angeles Olympics, even if he had beaten Jarryd and Wilander in Milan in march '84, even if he had swept Connors away in the US indoors in Memphis.
A good player, everybody said, and with an even better second serve than his first, more similar to McEnroe than to Borg, but a player who has often dreadful gaps in the match. Little Swedish, little patient, one who doesn't wait for the others' mistakes, but preceedes them.
Very good at the net, with fast starts, but difficult chases. And tennis at high level often also means chasing. "He has a defect: he is too respectful of others, he does too much what they want" said of him Erik Bergelin, the trainer son of Borg's former coach. And he meant that Edberg, enterprising on court, wasn't as much so mentally.
Young often happen not to trust themselves and it was exactly the problem of this policeman's son grown in Vastervik in a tennis club without dressing rooms.
Becker's sudden and fast growth, then, had surprised him, pushing him out of the spotlights. Becker was younger, more extroverted, more spectacular, more everything. Edberg could only stay there like an unexploded bomb waiting for a maturation.
This until the Australian Open where he starts so so against Anger, where, in the fourth round, he saves two match-points against Masur in the third set, where in the semis he meets Lendl, in a winning streak of three months and 35 matches. The Czech, who hasn't lost since the last Us Open, is forced to give up after four hours in five sets: Lendl smashes a short lob with all his anger, Edberg recovers it, wins the point under Lendl's more and more amazed eyes, shakes his head and smiles. For the first time he looks like a Swede. The Czech accepts to play at the net, and Edberg, with soft volleys replies with kind arrogance.
In the final against Wilander he's given unfavourite, he is 4-1 down in the head-to-heads. But the match starts and ends in his hands; only once in the entire match Wilander will get a break, in the eighth game of the last set and then he'll say: "He didn't give me a chance: he surprised me with his shots from the baseline".
His chase to Becker is successful by now: Edberg will reach the fifth place of the ATP ranking stepping over the German, who lost at his first match in Australia. The head-to-head is next to come. In Munich from 20th to 22nd December Germany and Sweden will meet in the Davis Cup final. Becker is sure to play, Edberg isn't. We'll see if the coach will keep on preferring "a more Swedish one" .