It’s almost 6am in Australia, which means that I will have gone for a whole 24 hours without sleeping, so you must all excuse my deliriousness and inability to form paragraphs right now. Thoughts AS FOLLOWS:
So he DIDN’T convert his break points. But he won his tiebreaks.
He DID have mental letdowns, but he was gutsy, dynamic and exhilarating in every way.
From the moment he stepped on court, his demeanour, the way he gathered crowd support, his point construction, approach to the match – everything was brave, persistent, and inventive.
The last match Djokovic lost before this streak was to Federer at the World Tour Finals, seems like all the poetic justice in the world that the person to end this amazing streak would also be Federer, who – incidentally – also ended Nadal’s 82 match clay court streak. But hey, it’s a weak era, right?
Things that hurt Djokovic: the burning comet of a backhand down the line; the serve, the odd no pace slice tossed in here and there; the serve (ACE ON MATCH POINT? ARE YOU FRIGGIN JIZZING MY PANTS OR WHAT?); the crowd; Papa Djoko taking offence to the Chair Umpire and walking out of the match.
Things that didn’t hurt Djokovic: the fucking drop shot; the chip return of serve.
Commiserations to Nole fans. I may not like your man, but those of you that pop by are certainly the most classy bunch.
To the rest of the world who counted him out, to the naysayers that who thought you would go out of your way to tell me that aside from Nadal and Djokovic, NO ONE ELSE HAD A CHANCE; to the Dan Markowitz’s of this world, the “Low Renters” and sensationalists: I’d stay classy, but I ain’t no Roger Federer, so one massive IN YOUR FUCKING FACE!
I think it’s fair to say that there is a part of Roger Federer that LOVES force-feeding his critics crow when they count him out.
Last but not least – Roger Federer. You are an extraordinary human being. What a privilege to witness your career, objectivity be damned.
Come on bitches. GET IN! AND GIMME A HUG! ‘CAUSE I FRIGGIN LOVE YOU ALL.
PS. More thoughts will ensue. My brain hurts.
PPS. Don’t mention the final just yet. Soak in this moment y’all. AND PARTY LIKE IT’S 2009!