The 1990 French Open final should be, at the very least, the reason why I love tennis. Why? Andrés Gómez won the match, and he comes from the same country I do, that little South American piece of land on the Equator that someone named “Ecuador” in an amazing display of creativity.
The likelihood of an Ecuadorian winning a Grand Slam in singles is very small. After all, most people in my country grow up loving a rather different sport: soccer. I love tennis, so I should love what Gómez did. Every shot of that final against Agassi should be ingrained in my memory. An Ecuadorian won a Grand Slam! How crazy is that?
There’s one small problem, though: on the biggest day for Ecuadorian tennis, June 10th, 1990, I was seven years old.