Seven and Eighteen

Six men weighed and found wanting
To block what seems Destiny’s longing
A return to the throne of the great tennis man 
The greatest comeback since Ali grilled Foreman

Now a seventh the King must face
Hoping to take our hero’s place
It could be the young Dimitrov
With a game truly most beautiful
Or most probably in a retro final
Across the net will be his greatest rival
The ferocious warrior they call Nadal
Who to be honest can be somewhat banal

Soon we will find who the seventh shall be
Whoever may be it will not be routine
It will be a real fight for slam eighteen