One of the most notable aspects of late-stage Djokovic is just how much of a drama king he’s become. On a seemingly endless quest to win the public’s affection, he’s brought forth his emotions, developing a heroic persona. His acrobatic movements, even—or maybe especially—those that are ungainly, are often exaggerated. When it comes to fatigue he isn’t exactly faking it, but he sure knows how to milk it. Djokovic likes to present as stoic when it comes to enduring physical punishment, but he’s worked out how to make a demonstration out of his suffering. He’s earned a place in the hall-of-fame for showmen, too.
Djokovic hinted after the match that the severe drop in his form after he won the first set was due to some sort of ailment or injury that he would not discuss (this kind of telling-without-telling has become commonplace among the players). It would be a real pity if that were the case, especially with Djokovic looking so spry and ageless so much of the time, right? But you can’t get around the fact that the Serbian star’s mind is writing checks that his body can’t cash. Being 38 isn’t Djokovic’s problem, the things that come with it are.
Alcaraz’s variety is such that he was able to wear down Djokovic in a way that Sinner, with his still largely minimalist game, could not. At some level, this result was predictable. But the real measure of Djokovic, his legacy when it comes to the intangibles will be his championship grit, his continuing to hope even when all seems hopeless. Sinner and Alcaraz, the twin titans of today’s game, jointly won just seven of a grand total of 34 break points against Djokovic. Facing a break point, Djokovic struggles like a mighty fish on a thin line. He isn’t landed that often.
During the trophy presentation ceremony, Djokovic praised Alcaraz profusely. He called him “legendary” and added, joking, “You’re so young, like myself. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other many more times in the next 10 years.”
Wouldn't it be nice if that could happen?