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Power puts on a show to lift title

Jonathon Power raises the Virtual Spectator Bermuda Masters Crown trophy on Saturday night

He got to the final playing ugly, but Jonathon Power put on a show that was pure beauty and majesty to lift the Virtual Spectator Bermuda Masters crown.

The Canadian may have arrived at Saturday's showdown with Lee Beachill by employing an array of dubious rough-house tactics, amateur dramatics and gamesmanship but he won it a very different way - by playing breathtaking, peerless and unstoppable squash.

Mentally he was always a champion but this week Power's body held out too - allowing the enigmatic Canadian to take his third Masters crown with an 11-7, 11-4, 11-2 victory after an incredibly tough week.

The 30-year-old former world number one came through three literally bruising five-game marathons to reach the $120,000 event's last day - and then clinched the final over the 2004 Bermuda Open champion in just three games.

The stage was set for Beachill - who had dropped just one game en route to Saturday's sell-out - to take the title as he had done last year against a tired opponent who had got their the hard way. But Power was at his brilliant best and was having none of it.

“That is the best I've played all week,” said Power, who overcame Mark Chaloner, Gregory Gaultier, Thierry Lincou and John White on his way to the one-sided final.

“After all the hard work I put in, I wanted to make the match worthwhile.

“I battled very hard to reach this game and I wasn't going to let it go. I came here to win and it feels great to have done it.”

Everyone in the crowd was expecting another typical rough and ready Power game with Beachill running the tired opponent around - and all were surprised.

From the first serve it was all about Power as he sent his younger opponent on retrieval missions to all corners of the court.

He revealed afterwards it was his plan to run Beachill around and he certainly achieved that, mastering the Yorkshireman mentally and physically.

Power maintains that he doesn't start the physical stuff unless his opponent does and he was true to his word in an opening game which saw just five lets and one stroke given. If anyone was having trouble with their tempers it was the normally placid Beachill who seemed to be increasingly struggling with Power's precise play and peerless cross-court winners.

So devastating was Power's killing of the ball from almost any area on the court, he won an unprecedented 12 straight points in capturing the second game and racing to an 8-0 lead in the third and last.

Although the climax to an incredible week of squash was a quicker and less competitive match than anticipated, Power's sheer brilliance in ruthlessly taking apart one of the most complete players on tour ensured it was anything but an anti-climax.

“Sometimes you just have to hold your hands up and say there is nothing you can do,” said a deflated Beachill under the searing light of the state-of-the-art all-glass court at the Jessie Vesey Sports Hall.

“He was just too good. Jonathon is a great player and when he is on form like that there is very little you can do.

“He was full of energy and you expect that - that is what we train for week in, week out.

“Hats off to him, he played a great game out there.”

Power's sterling victory - and the manner in which it was achieved - rounded off a sensational week of squash which saw incredible duels, unfathomable athleticism and sublime skill. But in the end it was fitness and health that Power was most keen to talk about.

“The most pleasing for me is that my body held out,” said Power, with his smiling personal physician by his side. “There have been too many tournaments where my back hasn't held out for the whole week.

“I'm delighted to have got through five games this week, and I have to thank my trainer for that.

“It has been frustrating for me at times, the mind has been willing but the body hasn't - but that all changed this week. “It is good to be on top this week.”

Sitting at the hotel bar late Saturday night, sipping brandy and sucking on a victory cigar, he certainly looked every inch a contented champion.