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Novak Djokovic's moment of dominance

Novak Djokovic's moment of dominance
From ESPN - March 20, 2018

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It's the semifinals of the U.S. Open, 2011, Novak Djokovic vs. Roger Federer, the winner to play Rafael Nadal in the final. It's late in the fifth set, Roger up 5-3 and serving for the match. The crowd is in hysterics. Novak has just flubbed two easy second-serve returns and is now facing match point.

He walks to the deuce-side court to return serve. He looks at his player's box -- at his parents, coaches and trainers -- and he nods. He just calmly, coolly nods.

Before this year, Novak might have had a very different kind of expression in this situation, a kind of fatalistic shrug he'd direct toward either his box or the sky, a pleading, nihilistic Why me? grimace that sometimes emerged when he was losing to a player he should have been beating. When his body was betraying him -- wheezing, sucking air -- he often wore this hopeless, pitiful smirk that implied something along the lines of: I am cursed.

For several years straight, the ATP Tour was pretty much the Roger and Rafa show. Novak's role in this drama was to provide a little friction along the way, a capable "test" for the tournament's real protagonists. And for a while there, he did his job splendidly, losing to either Roger or Rafa 29 times between 2006 and 2010.

But then 2011 happened. He showed up in January leaner, thinner, more fit, his body like a rope pulled fully taut.

There was talk about a new diet, something about food allergies that had been, up until that point, undiagnosed. He suddenly won the Australian Open, dropping a single set and beating Roger in the semifinals. He beat Roger again in the final of Dubai, and again in the semis of Indian Wells, where he then beat Rafa in the final, a feat he repeated in Miami, and Madrid, and Rome, and Wimbledon. And now here he is trying to get to yet another grand slam final, this time in New York. All he has to do is break Roger Federer's serve at the tail end of a five-setter in Arthur Ashe Stadium, the largest tennis venue in the world, where the whole crowd is basically in ecstasy. Everyone else in the world wants to see the 20th meeting between Roger and Rafa in a tournament final. So each of Roger's winners -- and, natch, Novak's errors -- inspires the crowd into euphoric howls. It's gotta be a little annoying for Novak. It's as if the crowd has just forgotten that he's put on one of the most amazing sustained tennis performances of all time. He's lost a mere two matches all year. And yet, whenever he wins, he's somehow the bad guy, ruining everyone's fun.

Novak is preparing to return serve. He has that broad stance where his feet are way wider than shoulder width apart -- a large base tapering to a skinny top that recalls, maybe, the shape of the Eiffel Tower. He's played most of the match wearing a hat, but he's just now tossed it aside, this white hat with the blocky capital T inscribed in a circle. Whereas Roger is wearing a Nike shorts/shirt combo that can be found in any suburban mall in America, here is Novak dressed in Sergio Tacchini, a brand that is less like an athletic apparel company and more like the rumor of one. Novak always seems to do things just a little different.

The Tacchini, however, is a big step up from what Novak's father, Srdjan, wore to the previous year's U.S. Open, which was a black T-shirt with the hilariously enormous image of his own son on it, a full-color photo showing a fist-pumping Novak who, in the T-shirt, is himself also wearing a weird T-shirt imprinted with the hilariously enormous image of (for some reason) a blue bald eagle. This shirt was so campy and over the top that it looked like it was made after losing some really creative bet. But Novak did not seem to mind, or even notice. He'd fist-pump at his dad, who would fist-pump back, momentarily obscuring the comically huge image, on his chest, of Novak fist-pumping. It was all very meta.

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