John, I think you're on the right track with sport, since Hopkins is so physical. I've got this so far, though I think it needs a bit of redrafting.
Ms Bartoli nimbly with glorious racket-smack
Hoiked balls net-overwards, clearly and sheerly,
Then, all two-handedly, long-lobbed again them back
Till cup was won and she clasped it heart-nearly.
Oh fragile our joy was, too soon to be shattered
By Inverdale's words, all ungracious-unfeeling.
In full-ghastly gloom we gasped grim as he nattered,
Revealing he found our game's queen unappealing.
More, he surmised that her parent paternal
(Parent so proud at this stage in her battling)
Must – Inverdale foul, may your shame be eternal –
Opine much the same. Oh pernicious such prattling!
All praise then Maria, who careth for culture,
Well wisely knew she women's views needed voice.
Fiercer than forest-fire, swift as a vulture,
She sent a brave letter. Now may we rejoice.
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