Novak Djokovic Wins the US Open and a 24th Grand Slam Title

Novak Djokovic has won so many Grand Slam Singles titles in many different ways that it is extremely difficult to monitor them.

Djokovic, a Serbian, further solidified his reputation as the best player of the modern era on Sunday with a clinical and direct victory over Daniil Medvedev or Russia. Floating on the court and balancing their racket with a facility and grace that the players of more than a younger decade, and even more junior, they can only dream, the advantage of Djokovic Tok of a plane in the middle of Medvedev, then survived his friend his friend his friend his friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend friend Friend friend friendly at an epic moment 6-3, 7-6 (5) (5).

He did it on a court of the Arthur Ashe stadium where he spent most of his career playing the villain in matches against helpless or favorites of the crowd for a long time as Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer. Sunday was nothing like that. The almost 24,000 spectators welcomed him with a massive roar, then bathed with the largest when Medvedev threw a network shot to give Djokovic the title that has been surprisingly difficult for the best hard roof player.

“This means the world for me,” he told the crowd just before the trophy for the fourth time of his career.

His lamina to the protagonist had begun two years ago, near the end of a very different final against the same opponent. That day, Djokovic entered the court trying to become the first man in more than 50 years to win the four Grand Slam tournament titles in a calendar year.

The straight discomfort of Medvedev was almost sealed that day when Djokovic was little flickering, but a full stage to witness the story wrapped Djokovic with a son of love he never felt in New York. SOLLOGRÓ in his chair while washed before the final game.

Djokovic lost the United States open last year due to the federal government rule that prohibits foreign visitors who had not been vaccinated against COVID-19 to enter the country. He set foot on American soil for the first time in almost two years in mid -August to play west and southern the open near Cincinnati. He quickly realized that the love that felt the duration of the US Open final. 2021 had not faded.

Djokovic needed each part of that support on Sunday, when, while apparently in cruise control in the middle of the second set, Medvedev was formed again. After a set and half full of errors, the Russian with arms like an octopus and the legs of a gazelle cleaned the mistakes of his game, increased his service and made that very effective imitation of a board that did before.

The points that lasted more than 20 shots became routine in a match with their part of 30 shots rallies, and Djokovic’s legs began to go, like a yawning boxer from a shot to the jaw. He leaned on his racket between the points, breathless. He rubbed his head with an ice bag between games.

“I was losing air on so many occasions,” he said. “I don’t remember the bee so exhausted after the manifestations.”

Serving to stay in the second set in 5-6, he stretched his legs before throwing balls in the air. Raised while running to shoot, keeping the adjustment point with two soft volley.

“I was tired,” said Medvedev. “I was on him.”

To a decisive tiebreaker were, and even that, like so many points in this video game of a game, was going and coming. Medvedev got into the two points of drawing even, gaining an exchange of lung drop shooting. But then, as I had done so many times before, Djokovic played three consecutive points without errors.

When Medvedev attacked a setback to the network, 104 minutes after the set, Djokovic had won an advantage of two sets, an advantage that has coughed only once in his career, 13 years ago, before turning into the scholarship.

He slowly addressed his chair, grabbed his bag and left the field for a bathroom. Medvedev took off his shirt and asked for a coach, who massaged his shoulders, although after what had suffered the duration of the previous hour and a half, a brain massage was what he really needed.

When he returned to court, Djokovic was floating once again, the adrenaline of another championship and a registration in sight by delivering a rediscovered spring in his passage. He flew towards the network, taking advantage of an opponent who plays so deep on the court that he often seems to be about to hit the posterior wall on his butt. No one was going to take this sweet return in America away from Djokovic this time.

It seems that every time he plays a tournament these days he establishes a record in male tennis, and is generally overcoming one of his own. Djokovic begged the year in Melbourne, where he won a tenth record title of the Australian Open. Sunday brought its 24th Grand Slam Singles title, increasing its male record of 23 that was established in the France Open in June.

On Friday he played in a record of the 47th Semifinal of Grand Slam, one more than Federer. Three weeks ago he won a 39 record title in a 1000 Masters Tournament, the events just below the level of the Grand Slams. Sunday played in its 36th Grand Slam final.

His performance in the US Open guaranteed even before touching on the court for his final matches that would wake up on Monday morning as the number 1 player in the world, claiming the first position of Carlos Alcaraz, the Spanish sensation of 20 years. That will mark its week 390 at the top of the sport. He already had that record too.

“What are you doing here,” said Medvedev, 27, Djokovic, 36, who has prevented him from winning titles since he first entered the upper levels of tennis six years ago.

Throwing in a corner of the court before serving for the starting point, recovering his breath for one last time, Djokovic looked at fans in the front ranks and nodded, with his eyes wide open. Moments later, he was kneeling on the court, his shoulders trembling when tears flowed once more. When he got up, he approached the stands and lifted his daughter, Tara, who is 6 years old and barely capable of sitting through a tennis game. Often I color books on the floors of the stadiums while his father plays.

“Tennis is not really its thing,” he said with a smile and a curious appearance earlier this year.

It is now. She watched from the side of the court on Sunday, and Djokovic said that when she needed an elevator, she looked about to see her smiling and pumping a fist, and believed that everything would be fine.

Then the hugs came with the rest of his family in the stands. When he returned to the court, he changed his sweaty kit for a shirt with a photo of him and Kobe Bryant, his sports hero, friend and sometimes mentor, whose shirt number was 24 when he finished his career in the NBA. That number was at the back of the Djokovic shirt.

“It is a pity about Wimbledon, a couple of points in any way,” said his coach, Goran Ivananevic, lamenting the lonely defeat of Djokovic in 28 Grand Slam games this year, in five sets to Alcaraz in July. Ivanisevic said he and Djokovic never talked about that loss after that day. “That is what makes it great.”

Days before this tournament, Djokovic reflected on the heartbreaking but moving two years ago when Medvedev stopped him one less than perhaps the achievement of final tennis. He still felt the warmth of the multitude of New York that finally had tasks for him.

“They love sport and also love when they have experience in something special,” he said. “They really supported me and wanted me to win and wanted me to make history.”

In retrospect, he said, he reduced under the weight of that, as he has rarely done.

This time, Djokovic prohibited his family from mentioning anything about history, choosing to maintain this game as simple and clear as it could.

New York fans had to wait two years to see it, but on Sunday they finally did. Most likely they can see it again.