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Yasser El
Halaby won the Intercollegiate Mens Singles.
(photo © 2003 Debra Tessier) |
Princeton freshman sensation
Yasser El-Halaby and Trinity junior Amina Helal
both fulfilled their No. 1 seeding with dominant performances
in their final-round victories at the Ferris Athletic Center on the campus
of Trinity College Sunday afternoon. El-Halaby conquered his Tiger teammate
Will Evans by a score of 9-3, 0 and 2, while Helal, playing
on her home courts, successfully defended the crown she had won last year
with a 9-4 9-0 1-9 9-3 victory over second seed Runa Reta
of Penn.
Helal's victory in her third
Ramsay Cup Intercollegiate Individual final in as many years finished
off a women's event that was completely according to form: not only was
there not a single upset in the tournament's 31 main-draw matches, but
only four of those matches---the final, two first-rounders and fifth seed
Ruchika Kumar's
round-of-16 win over 12th seed Isa Restrepo (who needed
a tiebreaker to win the third game)---even went to a fourth game, emphasizing
a clear-cut pecking order.
Throughout the three-day event,
players exited the draw precisely at their appointed times, usually without
much resistance; even as late as the quarter-finals, Princeton's Kumar
bowed meekly to her Yale freshman contemporary and fourth seed Michelle
Quibell, 9-2, 4 and 1, as did Harvard's Lindsey Wilkins
to Trinity's No. 3 seed and 2002 Ramsay Cup finalist Siu Lynn
Leong, Quibell's teammate Amy Gross to Reta
and Pamela Saunders to her teammate Helal.
QUIBELL TAKEN TO SCHOOL
BY HELAL
Quibell originally was seeded fifth and slated to meet fourth seed Louisa
Hall in the quarters in what would have been their third and rubber match
in two weeks-Quibell had recorded her first-ever career win over Hall
in Yale's Howe Cup 8-1 semi-final team win over Harvard before losing
to her 10-8 in the fourth four days later in the deciding match of Harvard's
5-4 dual-meet win that had given the Crimson its third straight Ivy League
title.
But when a flu-ridden Hall,
a semi-finalist in last year's event, had to withdraw,
Quibell was elevated to No. 4, where she seemed well prepared to give
Helal all she could handle based on their three previous 2002-2003 meetings.
Quibell had defeated her in the dual meet and pushed her to five games
in both the semis of the Betty Constable Invitational and the team final
of the Howe Cup, which Trinity won 9-0 but in which Quibell took the first
two games in the battle at the No. 1 slot.
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Amina Helal
Won her Second Intercollegiate Womens Singles in 3 Finals Appearances.
(photo © 2003 Debra Tessier) |
Wary of this tenuous recent history,
and especially of the damage Quibell had done as a counter-puncher when
drawn up front, Helal resorted almost exclusively to her power game, forcing
her less sturdy opponent to the back of the court and thus requiring her
to deal with the "clinging" effect of the rough glass walls on
the ball. Helal's didn't try a single front-court shot (a backhand working
boast) until she had first built up an 8-3 lead in the opening game, and
by that stage she had long since set the match's tone and kept her younger
rival on the defensive.
The Yalie's best hope to turn
matters around came in the second, where after quickly falling behind
3-0 she was able to draw to 4-5, mostly on some daring volleyed drop shots
and a few Helal tins.
But a flurry of winners-a backhand
drop shot, severe forehand cross court and well-disguised backhand roll-corner-enabled
the defending title-holder to move out to 8-4 and clinch a commanding
two games to love lead. Quibell aggressively volleyed a rail winner on
the opening exchange of the third game, but it was the last point she
was to win, as Helal got the serve back and barged through the 9-0 final
game in a single hand, burying a retreating Quibell under an avalanche
of varied winners, collecting a few despairing tins and finishing it off
in style on a sweet forehand drop shot
off a working boast that Quibell did not attempt to cover. Quibell had
an
excellent freshman season and even a praiseworthy tournament, but this
final
shut-out tally, like that her male freshman No. 1 counterpart Julian Illingworth
had experienced a few hours earlier (see below),
also proved with searing clarity how great a distance these two budding
superstars still have to travel if they wish to attain the intercollegiate
greatness that has been forecast for them.
RETA OUT-PLAYS LEONG
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Runa Rena
and Lynn Leong.
(photo © 2003 Debra Tessier) |
The remaining women's semi pitted
Reta against Leong in a rematch of their Constable semi one month earlier,
which Reta had won in four games as one of several highlights of a senior
season in which she went undefeated in dual-meet competition, compiling
a 9-0 mark included in which was a victory over Helal, who had subsequently
defeated her in the Constable final and Howe Cup semis.
Leong's game is elegant and savvy,
a Malaysian squash characteristic, and her exquisite natural touch made
for an interesting contrast in styles with the comparatively blue-collar
approach of Reta. The leading Lady Quaker stayed the course, however,
even in the face of her opponent's occasional bursts of brilliance, and
determinedly ground her way through two extremely competitive games. On
the first of these, Leong saved several regulation game-balls and even
earned one for herself at 9-8 in the ensuing tiebreaker, but Reta regained
the serve on a stroke call, executed a perfect backhand straight drop
to make it 9-all and clinched the all-important opening game on a length
winner.
As in the prior women's semi,
Leong rallied from a big second-game deficit (3-7 in this case) to almost
even the score by drawing to 6-7, and as also happened with Helal-Quibell,
Reta was nevertheless able to close out the game and race through a 9-0
final third over an increasingly demoralized opponent. This result prevented
a repeat Helal-Leong Ramsay Cup final and was the first of three consecutive
defeats Saturday evening by Trinity stand-outs on their home territory.
The others, of course, occurred in the absolutely riveting and easily
tournament-highlight pair of men's semis that followed, both of which
came incredibly close (in one case as close as is theoretically possible)
to having the opposite outcome.
EVANS OUT-LASTS SAMPER
That latter match was between Evans and Trinity No. 1 and defending Pool
champion Bernardo Samper, who achieved that status by virtue of his four-game
final-round victory over Evans at Princeton a year ago. Though he started
slowly in losing the opening game (as he also did in the 2002 final),
Samper
appeared well positioned to duplicate his year-old triumph in a similar
four
when he stormed through the second and third games, 9-1 and 9-3, and to
a
commanding 7-2 lead in what overwhelmingly seemed to be shaping up as
a
close-out fourth game. Throughout this prolonged stretch of the match,
the
dynamism that fuels Samper's game was on full display, even in the face
of
Evans's formidable size, mobility and determination. The New Zealander
was
doing most of the retrieving, and it is to his credit that he tenaciously
hung in even as tenaciously as he did even as his cause appeared increasingly
hopeless in the face of Samper's sharpness and precision.
What neither Evans nor anyone
else other than Samper and Trinity coach
Paul Assaiante knew about or could have been aware of was the furious
war
against time that an ostensibly in-control Samper was waging internally,
a
war that, by the barest of margins, he would ultimately lose. An upset
stomach that beset him from fairly early on led to a steadily advancing
case
of dehydration that eventuated in severe cramps in the thigh muscles of
both
legs that visibly arose at 7-2, whereupon a clearly suffering Samper was
allowed a three-minute time-out. Though a trainer strenuously massaged
the
affected areas while Samper drank several pints of Powerade, when play
resumed it was clear that the match now hinged on whether the impressive
margin Samper had by that time established and the proximity to victory
he
had thereby attained would be enough for him in his deteriorating physical
state to make it across the finish line.
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| Will Evans.
(photo © 2003 Debra Tessier) |
What he really needed was a gift
point to bring him to match-ball, and
this he got almost immediately when a rare unforced Evans tin on a backhand
rail brought Samper to 8-3. On the ensuing point, he hit one of his patented
forehand drop shots, low and so close to the right wall that a hurtling
Evans
could only desperately flail away at it---and hit a careening cross court
that, incredibly, dead-rolled insolently out of the front-left nick! It
was a
one-in-a-million shot, especially under the circumstances, and it would
ultimately doom the Colombian sophomore's bid to become the first four-time
Pool Trophy winner in the 72-year history of the tournament, though not
before yet another dramatic and controversial development that immediately
followed.
For while Samper and the packed
Saturday evening gallery were still coming
to terms with the shot Evans had miraculously produced, the latter's
subsequent serve died coming off the front wall like a tiny bird that
had
been shot in the heart. Samper caught the ball and contended that it had
to
be broken (which the referee speedily certified that it was), and that
the
previous point should therefore be nullified, giving him another match-ball
opportunity, which it wasn't and which he wasn't, properly in both cases,
as
the rules state that for such a request to be granted the ball would have
had
to be declared broken before the following point began.
The remainder of that game
had a morbidly fascinating aspect to it as the
cramps inexorably re-possessed Samper's legs (to the point where he buckled
at the tee attempting to get to the forehand straight drop that Evans
hit at
game-ball in the 10-8 tiebreaker) and his lead vanished without his ever
getting to a second match-ball. That he appeared at all for the fifth
game,
on thighs that coach Assaiante later described as being "hard as
rocks," was
a tribute to the pride of the champion Samper is, and was clearly a decision
of the heart rather than the head, one which Samper finally and prudently
abandoned after hobbling painfully around long enough to fall behind 5-0.
The whole montage of events
that doomed Samper's one-year reign from his
seemingly safe 2-1, 7-2 position just 25 minutes before possessed the
kind
of dislocating force mad dreams sometimes exert upon the just-awakened
sleeper. And by this time the semi-final session that Helal had begun
on such
a sanguine note towards realizing the goal of coaches Assaiante and Wendy
Bartlett for an all-Bantam men's and women's pair of finals had taken
a
calamitous turn for the repeat dual team champion Trinity program, which
would moreover absorb yet another tortuous twisting of the screw before
the
evening was over.
FERREIRA DISPATCHES
ILLINGWORTH
The remaining men's semi-final between El-Halaby and Trinity No. 2
Michael Ferreira was a scintillating preview of the magnificence the (barely)
victorious El-Halaby would display in the final the following afternoon.
Cited as the unsung hero of Trinity's 2001-2002 championship season by
Coach
Assaiante for the grace with which he had accepted Samper's ascent to
the No.
1 position that he himself had commanded as a freshman the year before,
"Mikey," as he is affectionately known to his coaches and teammates,
had
routed No. 4 seed Illingworth in his quarter-final early that afternoon,
winning the second and final fourth games by shut-outs in a match in which
the freshman Illingworth had seemed to grow progressively younger with
each
passing point.
The fourth game was a debacle,
a stark mismatch that ended in under five minutes while Coach Talbott
and Illingworth's Yale teammates watched helplessly from the front row,
though it should be said that the only game won by a losing quarter-finalist
that afternoon was Illingworth's 9-7 first, as neither Penn star Rich
Repetto against El-Halaby, nor Trinity senior Nick Kyme (upset winner
one round prior over Harvard No. 1 and sixth seed Will Broadbent) against
Evans, nor 2001 Pool winner David Yik against
Samper were able to extend their respective matches beyond the three-game
minimum.
Buoyed by this win over Illingworth,
and by the resuscitation it represented for his season after a sub-par
February, Ferreira played beautifully in winning the first two taut games
against the top seed, who has been a slow starter in several matches this
season. El-Halaby responded to this adversity by taking the third game
handily, but the fourth was replete with nicks and winners from all areas
of the court by both players, until a rare look-away Ferreira cross-court
backhand drop winner brought him to 7-all, just two points from what would
have been both a career-highlight
victory and a stunning reversal in the Princeton-Trinity rivalry of what
the
Tiger No. 2 Evans had already done to Trinity No. 1 Samper.
Though exceptionally well-conditioned,
Ferreira was breathing hard by this time due
to the punishment El-Halaby had been inflicting; there was no question
that
he couldn't let this match go to a fifth game. And he was so close to
making
sure that it didn't, only to be stymied when a daring forehand smash aimed
towards the front-right nick, which even the fleet El-Halaby almost certainly
would have been unable to retrieve, and which therefore would have given
Ferreira a match-ball, instead clanged clamorously off the tin. Reprieved
by
this fortuitous development, El-Halaby ended a pair of long exchanges
with
untouchable front-court winners, following the game-ending second of which
an
exhausted and frustrated Ferreira, knowing, as did everyone present, that
he
had nothing left for the fifth game (which he swiftly lost 9-1), tossed
his
racquet skyward and over the left side wall, causing it to land with a
thud
on the other side.
EL-HALABY OUT-SHINES
EVANS
A slightly dazed Assaiante, just three points from the all-Trinity final
he had fervently sought but rocked instead by a dual-dose of devastating
defeat, would later characterize the entire evening as "surreal,"
though he
graciously praised the black-clad Tiger stars who had indeed been the
unhooded executioners of his own six-time CSA champion team's best players
on
their own home turf. Understandably in view of the pain it would have
elicited, neither of his battered and vanquished warriors attended the
finals
the following afternoon, and the electricity that suffused the four hours
Saturday night's pair of men's semis had consumed was largely absent as
well.
El-Halaby was simply much too good for Evans to defeat or even significantly
challenge, and much too familiar as well with the New Zealander's game,
due
to their twice-weekly practice sessions at Jadwin Gymnasium throughout
the
winter leading up to what became the first all-Princeton Pool Trophy final
in
the 15 years since Jeff Stanley defeated Keen Butcher in '88 and the first
such final between varsity teammates since Crimson star Daniel Ezra
out-played Joel Kirsch seven years ago.
A beaming Princeton head coach
Bob Callahan, his professional obligations
vacated by the progression of two of his players to the final, sat back
and
watched as Evans and El-Halaby, two stand-outs at opposite ends of their
college careers, vied for the national intercollegiate individual championship.
This was a title that the Evans wanted desperately, both because of the
now-or-never urgency imposed by his membership in the class of 2003 and
as a consequence of the final-round defeat he had suffered at Samper's
hands one year before. If anything he may have wanted it too much and
to a degree that worked against rather than for him. He was wound a little
too tight, as evidenced in the match's opening moments by his angry vocal
reaction to a bad tin he committed on the very first point. Throughout
the match he frequently vented his frustration with his play, with calls
that
went against him and generally with the way the match (won by El-Halaby,
as
mentioned, 9-3, 0 and 2) was going.
In spite of all that, right
from the start a determined Evans pursued the
ball tirelessly, smashed his full-bodied ground strokes resoundingly and
competed with all of his considerable heart-that he still lost by such
a
convincing margin was totally due to the absolute brilliance of El-Halaby's
performance, which featured incredible retrieving, otherworldly shot-making
and, perhaps most importantly, a degree of sophistication in his game
that
neither Evans nor anyone else currently in the college ranks can even
approach, much less equal. The combinations he conjured up, the magical
touch
complementing an exceptional level of deception (especially on a late
wrist-flick that transforms a straight backhand drop shot into a hip-busting
shallow cross court) and the anticipation and footspeed were all on prominent
display, almost to the point of reducing even a player of Evans's power,
athleticism and talent into an unwitting and definitely unwilling foil
for El-Halaby's wiles and precision.
Evans drew to 3-7 in the first
game on an unforced error, but his next
official point wouldn't be registered until El-Halaby led 7-0 in the third
game, having closed that game out on a pair of semi-forced Evans tins,
raced
through the 9-0 second (which ended on what appeared to be an angry Evans
tin
on a smashed forehand cross-court serve return) in just three hands and
feathered a series of delicate working-boast winners in building his
commanding lead in the third. He then seemed to let up a bit in yielding
a
few Evans winners but closed the match out smartly on a forehand slam
into
the nick to get to 8-2, match-ball, which he converted with a delicate
backhand cross court drop shot that Evans could not scoop back into play.
HELAL OVERPOWERS RETA
It would have been difficult for any match to live up to the standard
set
by El-Halaby and Evans, and the subsequent women's final may have suffered
in
the public perception both by its inevitable comparison to the match
preceding it and to the manner in which Helal dominated throughout most
of
her successful title defense. In Reta, as was the case in the semi-final
match against Quibell, Helal was facing an opponent who had defeated her
in
the dual meet and pressed her hard in subsequent Constable and Howe Cup
matches, but on this season-culminating occasion Reta had no more success
contending with Helal's aggressive and hard-hitting approach than had
Quibell
one day earlier.
Helal forced the play with
her pace and depth and kept Reta stretched
out and scrambling throughout, save for in a throwaway third game in which
she completely, though only temporarily, misplaced her otherwise excellent
focus. Reta had hoped to orient most of the action to the right wall,
pursuant to the tape she and Penn second-year women's head coach Jim Martell
had viewed of the Constable final, during which Helal had punished her
on the
left wall. In addition to the expert mentoring she was receiving from
her
current coach Martell, Reta was doubtless inspired as well by the supportive
presence in the gallery of Hall of Famer and record-setting USSRA women's
national champion Demer Holleran, a three-time ('86, '87 and '89) Ramsay
Cup
champion herself, who had been Penn's coach during Reta's freshman and
sophomore years, and who had traveled up from her suburban Philadelphia
home
to cheer her former protégé on upon learning of the latter's
advance to the
final.
Helal, of course, had her own
considerable legion of supporters, and they
had much more to cheer about, especially during a lengthy mid-match spree
(reminiscent of El-Halaby's against Evans) that began on a stroke call
against Reta at 8-4, game-ball in the first game and extended all the
way
through the entire second, which Helal took 9-0 in a single hand during
which
she buried her increasingly somber foe under an avalanche of severe rails,
backhand working boasts and volleyed drop shots before finishing the game
off
on the match's only three-wall nick.
The action then took a complete
about-face in the third, in which Helal,
facing a deficit for the first time after an early Reta lead, seemed first
to
panic with several unforced tins and then to lose interest (declining
to
abandon her deep-court position to pursue a gettable Reta drop shot at
8-1,
game-ball) once the game had gotten out of reach. In view of such wild
undulations in the prior two games, no one knew for sure what to expect
when
the fourth game began, but Helal recovered from a first-point unforced
tin to
embark on another one of those spurts that keyed her title retention all
weekend. She was out-positioning her smaller opponent, who was constantly
forced to peer around her from behind, and who always seemed to be trying
to
work her way out of danger from the treacherous back corners. Three
multiple-point-producing hands got Helal to 8-1, match-ball, and a forehand
drop shot that barely eluded Reta's grasp brought down the curtain on
the
2003 CSA Individual Championships.

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