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...winds in Wellington, New Zealand, last week were every bit as bad as their reputation, and the visiting tennists were every bit as good. Despite blustering westerlies that whipped through the "World's Windiest Capital," Pro Champion Pancho Gonzales and Challenger Lew Hoad put on so relentless an exhibition that down under fans were perfectly satisfied that they had seen the most powerful tennis ever played anywhere...
...sets sent Pancho to the showers with an aching forearm muscle and a stomach tied in knots. In Adelaide. Pancho's tennis-toughened hands took such a beating that he lost in five sets and left the court with three fingers bleeding. Next day, heckled by a pro-Hoad crowd, Pancho slammed a ball out of the stadium when a linesman's call went the wrong way. He snarled at a slow-moving ball boy, gulped a handful of salt tablets, and finally took out his explosive anger on Hoad. His blistering serves kicked too high and hard...
Said former Aussie Davis Cupper Adrian Quist: "Their sole aim seemed to be to crush one another. Their standard of play is better than we have ever seen." Said Hoad, who is only too happy to explain how he has hopped up his game to match the wondrous power of Gonzales: "I'm hitting harder, flatter, trying to drive the other man to the base line. Either he can slam a hot one down the sideline or he can go for a cross-court drive. Now I always cover that sideline...
...When Pro Tennis Champ Pancho Gonzales, 29, heard that he and Lew Hoad, 22, Australia's recent convert to play-for-pay, were scheduled for last week's Tournament of Champions at Forest Hills' West Side Tennis Club, he intimated that Wimbledon Champ Hoad was not yet ready for big-time tennis (TIME, July 22). Pancho was right. First, Old Pros Ken Rosewall and Tony Trabert beat Hoad, then Gonzales whipped the new boy, 9-7, 6-4, 3-6, 6-3. ¶ Sailing in the Trans-Pacific yacht race from the Los Angeles coast to Honolulu...
When at last Hoad stalked out on the center court to play his countryman, Ashley Cooper, 20, for the title, he left his sulks in the clubhouse. His tennis was awesome. Serves powered by his thick shoulders and muscle-rippled arm had Cooper frantically switching his racket from forehand to backhand. Volleys flicked dust from the base line. Backhand lobs plopped into corners like wet sponges. Up in the stands, stunned tennis fans, many of them longtime Hoad baiters, talked aloud of such oldtime greats as America's Bill Tilden or Jack Kramer, and wondered whether Hoad...