Quiet, please! Quiet, please!
There it is, the cathedral of tennis, Center Court, Wimbledon...
and the two top players in the world, Björn Borg and John McEnroe...
are about to come out.
It's the perfect rivalry: the baseline player and the net rusher.
Ice-Borg versus Super-Brat!
Björn Borg, four championships in a row, aiming for a fifth.
Björn Borg has broken McEnroe!
McEnroe again set love. It's dead even!
Quiet, please! Final set. Borg Serving.
- Good luck at Wimbledon! - Thank you.
Björn...
make sure you bring home the trophy now, ha?
I'll do my best.
Here you go.
You selling these?
Björn! Björn! Björn Borg! Björn, Björn!
Ah, sorry. Don't, don't speak French.
Coffee.
Do you speak English?
- Just a... - A little.
Can I come in with the money later?
Because I left my wallet in the car.
- No, no, no... - No?
No!
"BORG'S WORST NIGHTMARE"
Okay? It's, it's everything...
Thank you... Amedou.
My name is Rune.
- Rune? - Rune. Rune. It's a...
- Rune? Ha, ha, ha! - Swedish.
What do you do?
I work as ah... an electrician.
Yes.
You like electric?
Yes it's...
Yeah, it's a... it's a very good job. It's a normal job.
Out!
Fuck! Out? That is a break point. Get down and look at it!
Shut the fuck up!
If you don't want to heed my warning and you think
my dad's gonna appeal it, that's on you, my man.
That's not on me. And I don't really wanna give a
shit about the crowd how I do wrong...
This is out! This is in! Fuck!
I have to ask if you want to continue playing, Mr. McEnroe.
Fuck! There's a bit any mistakes officiating wise today at all? Answer the question!
The question, you joke, Answer the question!
You're stopping? You're stopping play?
The man the New York Times described as being the
worst representative of American values since Al Capone...
Ladies and gentlemen, John McEnroe!
So John, you have upset anybody out in the wings, yet?
No, not that I know. Not yet.
No, I... I like you, John, you're great.
- And in three days... - Three days.
- You go to London... - Yap.
To play Wimbledon.
And everyone's talking about
Björn Borg's chance to win his fifth straight title and make tennis history.
Now, apparently the only thing standing between Borg and that record is you.
Here's what they're saying of you in London...
where you're hardly making any friends.
John, I got to ask you. What is it that you've done to the Brits?
Ya, I don't know.
It's a different place, you know.
It's a different culture, and they have warm beer, and it's just a different thing.
Have you, have you got a plan to get them to stop booing.
I mean, I plan to go in there and play my game.
And if I beat Borg in the finals, it's very hard to boo me for bein' number one, so...
How do you feel about John McEnroe?
Well, here is what the press here is saying.
I can be anybody's nightmare, though, you know.
But I guess I wound not be exaggerating if I were to say...
that you and Borg are as different as two people could possibly be...
You keep going back to Borg. Is he backstage or somethin'?
Is he gonna like jumpin' out of the cake?
Well, we keep talkin' about him, you know I'm here.
I'm... with interviews, here we are.
Is is that Borg is often described as being "pure perfection" and "zero emotion".
You think he ever losses it?
I don't know.
We spent the whole fucking interview talking about Borg.
On the phone, you said we would be talking about the future of tennis.
- Now you gonna bullshit while I'm in here. - That's not what we discussed.
I'm so fuck up every fuckin' time, eh! Fuck this shit!
They promised, dad, this is pointless, man.
You did fine.
- You did fine, that's everything! - That's their fuckin' tone.
Two days to go, Arthur, and everybody's talking about Björn Borg,
the Swede, who would only 24,
could make history by winning his fifth Wimbledon.
Can McEnroe pull Borg from his throne, Arthur?
Borg would be playing under tremendous amount of pressure.
Everyone expects him to win.
McEnroe, on the other hand, he is the perfect underdog.
You played them both. Who's the toughest opponent?
McEnroe is the bigger talent,
But, playing Borg is like being hit by a sledgehammer.
But if Borg is a sledgehammer, I'd say that McEnroe is stiletto.
Fast here, and slice there, suddenly, you're covered in blood,
even though none of the wounds are particularly deep, and then...
you bleed to death.
6 thousand! 6 thousand!
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Borg would be here in a moment.
Any questions for the other players?
Did he win already?
How does it feel knowing that you will make
history if you win your fifth Wimbledon?
No special feelings.
This is for the fall of '82.
It's two years away, so you don't need to think about it now...
just so you know, we're aiming mostly for Asia.
Exhibition tournaments in Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong... maybe China...
and then, South Africa.
Um, I think we said no to South Africa.
- It's a million dollars for one match. - Yes, but it's also supporting apartheid.
Put here, thank you.
Soon, you're gonna need another room for those wedding gifts.
We got an offer from Daily Mail for the photo rights for your wedding.
- What was the other offer, Andy? - Ah, the Post, 200.
No, we decided on a private wedding.
Well, that is exactly why you should sell the rights.
Otherwise, you'll get 50 paparazzis hiding in the bushes.
We got some advertising campaigns...
Hi, there. Hey, can I make a request? Do you have any black-felted markers?
Like a Sharpie and a big 80 by 80 piece of paper, like a board, like a poster?
You send up the markers then?
Okay, thank you.
- McEnroe residence. - Hey, Hi, Mom. Is Dad there?
- No, he's gone proceeding to a client. - You know when he's gonna be back?
- Think, after lunch. - Whenever that is...
you think he can call me after the client then?
- Why you need to talk to him? - Because it's important. Why else?
- John, don't, don't be angry... - I'm not!
You are sounding angry... No, I just don't wanna have this with you.
I don't wanna have this with you. You know, there's a lot goin' on.
There's a lot going on here, too.
0-15.
40-0.
Björn Borg, world number 1, is having in an unexpectedly hard time
against the unseeded Egyptian, El, Shafei.
No, thank you!
I said, no thank you.
I said twi... Oh Pete! Oh my God!
- You good? - Ya, look.
There it is.
Based on the unit match-up, we see each other in quarters,
and I got Connors in semi and Borg in the final.
- How long does it take you? - About an hour or so.
- You got your wallet? - Yap.
I got to get out of here, man.
- How's your foot? - Ya, it's better.
- Yea? - Yes, I got this ankle supporter.
- It's, ah... working. - Good.
See how good? We cut here...
- Ya. - Okay.
- And then we meet here. - Ya.
- So, you can go this way. - Okay.
Nash is here. You stop there.
The rest of it, it goes.
I mean, now sure you're gonna beat me?
- Oh, fuck you up! - Ya?
Any comments on your performance today, Mr. Borg?
Well, he played very, very good. And ah...
I beat him in the end, but it was not easy. But...
I'm looking forward to the next game.
So, it's up for the new thoughts out there.
It took time to feel the surface,
but then ah... after a while, I played my tennis.
What's all he's tryin' to do is tryin' to go on the match and it's been like...
No emotions, not words, just be Borg.
This is impossible. It is not...
This is not human. He's like...
- Yo! - Hey.
Where you guys been, I've been looking for you?
- Just here. - How you doin'?
- How ya doin'? - I'm great.
- Peter. - Good to see you.
I've got a car waiting for us. Let's go!
- No I got to see Jenny. - Peter...
- Sorry. - All right. Here we go.
- Let's go! - Send my love to Jenny.
Come on, ladies. Let's go. Let's go, come on, keep up! Come on!
It's like my second home. I love this place.
Honestly, everybody's so good here. Good people, you know.
- Hey, man? - How you doin', man? Good to see you. Hey!
Hey! Hey!
- Yes! It was fuckin' brilliant! - Almost got my fuckin' head!
Hey, are you watchin' the matches? Did you watch the Borg matches?
- Ya. - So you see what I'm seein'?
Did you see him get slower? Very much much slower? Because it's out of shape.
- You'll understand someday. All right? - Explain it.
He got 4 Wimbledon titles, all right? It's a lot of pressure.
You know, everybody wants to beat Björn. Everybody wants something from Björn.
It makes him the loneliest fuckin' guy on the planet, you know?
That's good shape.
Look, this is, this is Eve and this Eve. You know, Brits...
They're beautiful fuckin' ladies, they wanna meet you,
they wanna hurry with you, and they fuckin' love you.
John, I can't talk about tennis here.
I mean, look at this tits! Right? What the fuck, what more do you want, John?
Look, do you want to know
- what Björn is doing right now? - Yes.
He's in bed. His room is cold-fuck,
because he wants his pulse below of 50 beats a minute, that's why...
- Rumor. - It's not.
He got all these superstitions, rituals...
Why cut this shit and just say the stuff I wanna fuckin' hear.
Look, this year, his parents are not to come, right?
He only lets them come every second year.
And when they do, they gonna wear the same clothes throughout the tournament.
- Get the fuck outta here! - Ya, right? Every year,
he trains on the same court, he rents the same hotel,
he rents the same car, he sleeps in the same room...
His coach always brings 50 rackets,
strung as tight as fuck. And, every night, before the match,
they meet in Lennart's room goin' on all the rackets,
organizing everything according to tension and key.
It like a fuckin' religion.
Mariana, his girlfriend, she takes care of his bag,
same meticulous order, everything exact.
What is that?
When he gets to the arena, takes the same chair and two towels.
Not one, not three, two!
- And he never treads on the baseline. - Why?
Because that means bad luck.
They say he's an iceberg, but, really, he's a volcano
keeping it all in until... boom!
A bit shorter, ha?
That geography test.
What happened there?
I got a 96 out of a hundred.
What about the other 4?
I got the top of my class.
How many kids in your class, John?
30.
In real world, outside of school, is a lot bigger than 30 people... right?
Tennis making you miss focus?
Oh, come on!
Is someone gonna do of these pigeons? I mean...
you don't hear that?
On the roof, you don't hear that? On the roof?
Nothing will be done about any pigeons during this match, Mr. McEnroe.
Of course not!
The pigeons are ruining my focus, don't you pity it?
I have to ask you to...
- continue playing, Mr. McEnroe. - Shut up! Shut up!
- Come on, Big Mac! - Shh!
15-0.
Why don't you light up fireworks while I'm doing this thing?
Why do not you do that? Light up fireworks while I'm serving.
Whistle a fuckin' song or something.
- Quiet, please. - Thank you, thank you.
Come on! Shut the fuck up!
New ball. Give me another ball.
30-0.
My father will appeal, anyway.
Hey, my congrats that you stay away from my whole match today, Voss.
Why nab Jimmy, you won. Come on, give us a smile.
- Shut the fuck up! - Fuck you!
0-40.
Said, Arthur, what must Björn Borg be thinking
after this sensational demonstration?
Well, if McEnroe can maintain his form, we may very well have a new champion.
The world of tennis has never before seen anything like this!
- Hey, Björn. - Hey there.
I love this! Hey, lad, how you doin'? One bottle of champagne here?
Ya, all right!
Let's get some champagne over here!
I think the drinks are ready.
There you go.
Tom, multiply two numbers.
- Any two numbers? - Yes.
32 times 14.
448.
Now, now you got to make him sweat.
122 times 46.
5,612.
Okay...
66,322 times 2,198.
You can dance to daddy Harry.
- You're like 57 years old. - Honestly?
What the hell do you know about my generation?
- Hey, Pete. How you doing? - Ya, very excited.
So... it's you and me.
John...
You ready?
- I'll see you at the court. - See you, John.
Seriously?
Are you still not talking to me?
Where's my ankle support?
What the fuck...
Come on, John.
John give me the ankle support.
John.
Asher: Would you gentlemen like to come this way?
40-15.
John McEnroe is slaughtering for that countryman, Peter Fleming.
I didn't take your ankle thing, you know.
I really didn't, Pete. That's not something I'd do, why?
- Fuck you, John. - Fuck me, fuck me. Fine, fuck me.
Who cares, fuck me. Fine.
Look, I fucking told you, man. I fuckin' told you, didn't I?
- Fuck the ankle support, okay? - Are you done?
Sit down.
Hey, are we good?
I'm goin' to say this once.
You gonna win Wimbledon.
If not this year, then it's only matter of time.
You can be number one.
- I know it. - Okay.
You'll never be remembered as one of the greats. You know why?
John, look at me.
Because nobody likes you.
Not one kid out there wants to play like Johnny Mac when he grows up.
- Ya? - Uh hm!
In twenty years, the only thing people are gonna say is:
"Hey, what was the name of that crazy guy who always yell at the umpire?"
You fucked up my game, I'm your friend.
Just say sorry... Just fucked him!
John McEnroe?
Hi, John.
Hurry.
Has it been we could ask the receptionist just not to yell at my name like that...
every time I come in here?
- Were you the only one out there? - Ya, I'm the only one out there.
And it makes me feelin' uncomfortable when she yells my name out like that.
And I walk in here... edgy.
- Okay, we don't want you edgy. - Okay.
- We want you to feel comfortable. - Thank you.
No problem.
John, you mentioned "defensive"...
It's your move, dad.
- How's the back? - It's the same.
He has already seen a lefty before you got here.
And I mean its, it's not even a surprise, you know.
Well, he hasn't seen you.
We'll win.
This way, please.
- Can we touch it? - Ya.
We push the button now? We can get the doubles up before the final.
Isn't it this a bit simplistic? Should we see on the side of John?
What we are seeing right now is unique.
Tennis players are like rock stars.
The tabloids are having a field day with him.
But this rivalry between Borg and John is forcing people to ask themselves:
"Who am I, the gentleman or the rebel?"
It's a beautiful morning here at Wimbledon, for the men's semi-finals.
Björn Borg is up against the American, Brian Gottfried.
And, in the second semi-final,
a clash between the two most controversial figure of tennis today.
John McEnroe and fellow countryman Jimmy Connors.
First serve, Wimbledon semi-final.
0-15.
15-40.
Game, second set to Gottfried. One set all.
Björn Borg is having a tough time against Gottfried, unexpectedly tough.
Listen to those jeers. I can't remember a single
Wimbledon match where the crowd has made this much noise.
Out.
- Out. - What?!
Excuse me?
It wasn't on the side of the line, Mr. McEnroe.
How both... the track blew up!
- The ball has been ruled out. - Excuse me?
It was good call. It was a bit of a scramble.
You can't be serious! You can not be serious!
The ball is on the line! Chalk flew up all over, man!
The chalk blew up! He saw, that's why he walks all over!
Everyone saw that was in!
You can not possibly call that out.
I'm goin' to issue you a warning for unsportsmanlike behavior, Mr. McEnroe.
Borg isn't playing any great tennis,
but it's enough to beat the unseeded American, Gottfried.
Björn, congratulations on reaching the finals.
So, side there, Jimmy Connors or John McEnroe that awaits you now.
How do you respond to McEnroe's comment from before the tournament:
"That Borg, the machine, will soon break down?"
I'm just like anybody else, I'm not a machine.
You guys are the pits of the world.
You keep your mouth shut up.
- Keep your mouth shut. - Why won't you stay on your side?
- No one's talking to you. - I'm talking to you.
Shut the fuck up! Nobody's talking to you.
You fucking asshole!
I'm so fucking disgusted, I'd go home now!
Play some tennis!
Shut the fuck up! Go play tennis by yourself!
John, congratulations on your victory today.
Ah, what do you have to say about your behavior?
Can we talk about my tennis?
You worried about the reputation you've gained over here.
People are talking more about your behavior than on your tennis.
No, you certainly talked more about my behavior than my tennis.
- But do you think it's valid? - No.
But do you have any regrets about your behavior?
I mean, I regret I gonna see you and talk to you, that's all I regret.
Do you expect anyone to rope you in the final against Borg?
Look, I get it, ah, you guys you're hero?
You know, your gentleman Borg and you need a villain...
Do you think you'll be able to keep your temper?
Let's talk about tennis.
Does anybody have any tennis questions?
Do you enjoy being a villain? You think that it helps you...
Do you think you'll be able to keep your temper?
Why won't you shut the fuck up, man?
- Are you watching the matches? - Yes, I'm watchin' the matches.
Do you not understand what the fuck it takes to play tennis?
You know I go up there, I give everything for this game.
Everything! Everything you need is left out in this fucking court,
and none of you understand, because none of you do it!
How's the flight? You look great.
This is a group from Argentina.
Björn.
I can't remember which door.
Can't you just pick one? They all look alike.
No. It has to be, it has to be the right one.
Wait, wait, please. Wait with the camera.
Björn, I don't think it's all that important.
It's very important!
That.
Five minutes, gentlemen.
- Turn down the volume on McEnroe mic. - What? But they switch sides all the time.
That's an order from the top.
It is the perfect rivalry, the baseline player and the net rusher.
Ice-Borg against Super-brat.
15 thousand spectators, hundreds of millions at home by their TVs.
Gentlemen...
The first out is McEnroe.
The crowd is booing him.
That's the first in Wimbledon final.
There he is, Björn Borg, the Emperor!
This court belongs to him!
The final we've all been waiting for.
Borg, a legend in his own lifetime, Tremendous pressure on him today.
He's won it 4 times. The fifth time, I'm sure would be even harder.
Quiet please, quiet please!
McEnroe to serve. Ready?
Play!
15-0.
And there's the talent in McEnroe in the opening point.
40-0.
And there's Borg's blistering return of serve.
40-15.
Game, McEnroe.
The first game of the match goes to McEnroe.
McEnroe's serve and volley decides the first game.
Out.
McEnroe takes the game!
What a fantastic start for McEnroe!
McEnroe to serve.
Game, McEnroe.
Borg really having difficulty with McEnroe's left-handed serve.
Like trying to catch hummingbirds.
Borg looks shell-shocked.
McEnroe is humiliating Borg and he's making look slow.
Game and first set to McEnroe, 6-1.
Björn Borg is in trouble. Trouble in Sweden.
New balls, please.
Time.
Second set, Borg to serve.
- Come on, Björn! - Quiet, please.
Unbelievable serve!
That's the Borg we know.
Out!
Game to Borg.
We've seen a completely different Borg in the second set.
Oh, there it is! Björn Borg takes himself to set point.
Fuck!
Game and second set to Borg, 7-5.
This is exactly what Björn Borg wants!
And McEnroe seems out of touch.
It's a big momentum racer when you come from behind like Borg has done
and it tends to undermine your opponent's confidence.
40-15.
So that's for two set points.
Game and third set to Borg.
And there it is, Björn Borg wins the third set and he leads, 2 sets to 1.
So, it's going to be a four set now.
If Borg wins it, he can call himself 5-time Wimbledon champion.
Fault!
Fault, fault. I thought it was good. McEnroe thought it was good.
30-40.
Fuck!
Second double-fault.
Out!
I believe the umpire's wrong about that call.
How will McEnroe react to this?
30-15.
Let's go, John!
Time.
It's all right, it's a great match. Just play your tennis.
Ace, McEnroe!
McEnroe is getting stronger, as the set goes on.
McEnroe has the game of 3-2 lead in the fourth set.
Come on, John!
The pressure is now all on the Swede.
Game for Borg.
He has the game, 5 all!
What a return and Björn Borg is in the lead.
An ace for Borg.
You can almost taste the Championship now.
So here it is, Championship point for Borg! Two of them.
Quiet please.
Quiet please. Second serve.
It saves the first match point.
Second championship point for Borg.
Borg's gotta try not to think about those lost match points now.
- McEnroe! - Break point for John McEnroe.
Quiet please!
So what a moment this is for Borg.
He stance to serve, having lost two match points.
McEnroe is back in the match, now with a chance to make it even.
John McEnroe has notched to the way from Borg! Just like that!
6 games all, tiebreak! Now comes in to operate.
No men's final has ever ended in a tiebreak.
Björn Borg has taken himself to another championship point.
Oh, McEnroe sets nose to rise again. What determination!
And there's the greatness of the man!
Just one fleeting opportunity and he's through like a ravian!
Championship point number four.
Oh, John McEnroe!
He has reached 4 match points from Björn Borg!
And now, McEnroe has the chance to turn this whole thing upside down.
Ball.
If why a man would take anymore punishment...
If this were a heavyweight boxing match, they'd stop the fight.
If Borg wins this point, the brute would blow off the Center Court.
- Come on, Björn! - Quiet please!
No! - - McEnroe!
Borg has been so close, but McEnroe just won't give in.
Those men have looked down the barrel of a gun, and the two are still alive.
In ending I've never seen a tie-break like this.
Set point for McEnroe.
He's got it!
No! The linesman rules it's out.
15 all.
Yes!
It's dead even!
Come on!
Incredible! McEnroe wins the tie-break, 18-16.
Björn Borg has lost 7 match points.
And what must Borg be thinking?
That elusive fifth Championship almost within his reach,
but stolen from him seven times.
This is nothing short of unbelievable!
No one can become him
after losing 7 match points to the Wimbledon final.
But, Borg, is playing like nothing happened.
And now, it's all about heart.
Hearts beating on either side of the net.
They can hit the ball, it's up to the hearts.
Once again, match point for Borg.
Five times in a row!
Game set and Championship for Borg!
And now, ladies and gentlemen, runner-up of Wimbledon 1980...
John Patrick McEnroe.
Here he comes...
standing ovation for McEnroe,
whose behavior today was beyond reproach.
John Patrick McEnroe is not the champion today,
but he has finally won the hearts of Great Britain.
And for King of the Tennis world, without a doubt.
- Well played. - Thank you.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Shit...
Fuck...
Greeting.
John: Congratulations. Bjorn: Thank you. John: Yeah.
John: Good game. Bjorn: Yeah.
I thought you had me.
John: Almost. Bjorn: Yeah.
Have a nice year.
- Thanks. - Yeah, thanks, haha.
You hug people or so? Come on!
John: All right, man. Bjorn: Safe trip.