Join Date: Feb 2009
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Sharapova talks about Wozniacki and Hingis's style
Some questions from the interview:
Q. One of criticisms of Caroline's game is she can't hit a forehand for a winner. Is it a heavier ball than it looks from the outside?
MARIA SHARAPOVA: I don't think it really matters if you don't miss. I mean, then why do you need to hit winners?
No, she does have a heavy ball both off her -- I think she has a little bit more spin off the forehand, and she flattens out a backhand a little bit more. But, you know, she get in position for it, so she's never usually late. That says a lot about her footwork, I guess.
Q. Is she the most consistent player who still has power that you've ever faced, if you know what I mean? In terms of someone who is not just a puffball, but who is just so hard to hit through, a backboard, sort of that incredible defensive skills?
MARIA SHARAPOVA: Yeah, I had the pleasure of playing Hingis a few times, and, I mean, sometimes that was just -- that was difficult. (Laughter.)
MARIA SHARAPOVA: No, it wasn't. No, I mean, playing against Hingis, it's kind of like a cat and mouse game out there. You know, you know you're not going to completely overpower her, and you just have to find, you know, little ways to, yeah, kind of outthink, like the mouse has to outthink the cat.
I don't know. I have always felt that against her. She has that great hand/eye coordination, and won here actually in Palm Springs -- or we had a three setter in the semis, I believe, and that was a really fun match.
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