In Paris, the American defeats Chesnokov. In the other match a marathon: Becker misses too much
But against Edberg it will be a very hard final
PARIS. (...) Little Chang's success forced Edberg and Becker to enter the court with a strange feeling. The two were aware they were about to play a match that was like a final, but nevertheless still wasn't. For three hours and 54 minutes, Edberg and Becker would never manage to play well at the same time, would make lots of unforced errors, and not few tactical mistakes. In this negative aspect, Boris would even overwhelm Stefan.
Come to the final after rallying before attacking against baseline players as Berger and Perez-Roldan, Becker set the same kind of match against the greatest specialist of serve and volley in the world.
He paid this with the first two sets, where Stefan looked like a thunderbolt, especially to the least shrewd. At the start of the third, Boris saved three consecutive break-points, one of which very ambiguous, very close to the line. Little by little Becker showed himself more times at the net, served longer, forced Stefan to attack from the distance, pushing him beside the baseline. Edberg saved two set-points on 4-5, but not the third set.
Becker seemed to have the upper hand in the fourth, where the Swede mislaid not only his determination, but also his touch. At the start of the fifth Edberg suffered a break, but in the following game Becker got caught in the net as a tunny, lost his concentration and serve, and incredibly started again his waiting rallies that had costed him the first two sets.
To beat Edberg from the bottom, it takes only a Lendl at his best, or at least a remarkable top-spin player. Boris ended furious, without understanding, cursing the unfortunate lot of passing shots that went just out. How couldn't he realize that it was Edberg who closed the corners? Tiriac, in the stands, watched disappointed more than incredulous. At a stage he even lost a moustache.