Carlos Alcaraz and Novak Djokovic were tied at one-set all, and Alcaraz led 4-2 in the third. The 38-year-old Serb had come out with guns blazing and blown through the first set 6-2. Now, an hour and a half into the final, his 22-year-old opponent had dug his way out of that early hole, and pulled ahead for the first time.
Alcaraz had adjusted his tactics, moving farther back in the court, lofting the ball out of Djokovic’s strike zone, using his slice and drop shot, and turning the match from a sprint into a marathon. With Djokovic serving at 2-4, the two engaged in a rapid-fire cat-and-mouse rally that sent them up and back, and side to side. Djokovic appeared to have an open court for a backhand, but Alcaraz quickly gobbled up the space with his young legs, and finished the rally with a forehand winner of his own. All Djokovic could do was flash Alcaraz a thumbs up as the ball sailed past him.
That thumbs up felt like like more than just a simple congratulations on a point well played. It also felt, to me, like a baton hand-off from one great champion to another, from one generation to the next. The 24-time Slam champ was acknowledging that, between Alcaraz and his own aging body, he had finally met his match.
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