Though Evert Lloyd lost the first set 4-6, she ran out the match by a stunning 6-1, 6-1, demonstrating quickness and variety. And emotion she has seldom shown before. Occasionally Chris even shook a fist at her side, so involved was she in pursuit of the tyke she called "my nemesis." When it was done, Austin had made 54 errors and Evert Lloyd was in her sixth straight Open final.
As for the children.... Though Jaeger's endless summer received far more attention, Mandlikova's psychological advances have been more significant. Already this year the 5'8" Mandlikova, who inherited speed from her Olympic sprinter father and who draws power from her exquisitely proportioned body and extended shoulder turn on her serve, had been in position to win against Navratilova, Goolagong, Austin and Evert Lloyd (three times) only to lose. But at a tournament in Mahwah, N.J. the week before the Open began, Mandlikova upset her idol, Navratilova, to get over the hump, and at Flushing Meadow she beat her again, 7-6, 6-4.
"What is the Czech word for magician," a man asked Hana.
"Uh, magic...magic...tricks with hands. Oh yes. Kouzelnictvi," she said.
"Well, that is what you are," the man said.
After overpowering Jaeger in the first set of their semifinal match, Mandlikova withstood a nerves-inducing rain delay, two squandered match points and two foot-fault calls in the tie-breaker to win 6-1, 3-6, 7-6 (7-4). "Andrea will be better than—I don't want to tell Chrissie or Tracy this—but she will be great player," Mandlikova said.
And what of Hana? In the first set of the final, Mandlikova varied the pace of her ground strokes enough to avoid giving Evert Lloyd any rhythm. Then she merely broke at love to win the set 7-5. But shortly her first serve departed the premises; with it went her concentration and intensity.
Mandlikova had break point three times for 2—all in the second set, pounding deep approaches to the corner, but Evert Lloyd replied with a winning lob and two immaculate forehands from crosscourt; after that her serve was never threatened and she coasted to her fifth Open championship, 5-7, 6-1, 6-1.
The victory was especially sentimental inasmuch as Chris had summoned her father, Jimmy, to fly up from Florida for the final. He had never seen his daughter win a major championship in person, and she wanted him to have that privilege. Isn't that just like her? That's Jimmy Evert's daughter and John Lloyd's wife. They think they'll keep her. She wins tennis tournaments. They think she'll keep winning them.