Leo Messi and Novak Djokovic, the same language. That of endurability, that of the insatiable, that of records. The infinite. On 10, who hurries his last days as a footballer in Miami and knows how the phenomena spend, that he came for something, he assists with his wife a master class of Nole. Yes, Nole himself who recently languished Indian Wells, the veteran of almost 38 springs who now, was said, had the time for him because this is the law of life and everyone captures time, without exception. However, Djokovic has returned. It is unknown how long it will endure, if those legs, that rubber chassis and that eternal appetite will allow you to get more or less far, but it is not convenient to bury you. Miami confirms a resurgence. He seemed to have been lost, but here he is again, alive and place, classified for his eighth final in Miami-the same ones that Andre Agassi played-thanks to 6-2 and 6-3 (in 1h 09m) obtained before Grigor Dimitrov.
Again, demonstration lady, portentous to serve; 87% of the first that in its almost 1,400 games in the elite had never registered. There is, then, in willingness to join Sunday (21.00, Movistar+) to the duo that reached 100 titles, the American Jimmy Connors (109) and the Swiss Roger Federer (103). Taylor Fritz could only prevent him, still to decide. Satisfied but without throwing the bells on the flight, exhibition on display and without giving up a single set these days, the Serbian is again on the edge of the extraordinary. Immense merit. It is the oldest finalist in a 1000 Masters and will be its 60th final in the category. I sincerityly congratulate the rival and also friend, Dimitrov, who is the illusion of the scarce minutes that it takes to face. Little, very little.
Djokovic is an intelligent guy, so let the story simply flow. The cheese and mouse trap tends, so that this false beginning is still a mere mirage for Dimitrov, which is of no use that break of entry. From there, punishment for the Bulgarian. In the line of seriousness and good doing these days, Nole sews stitching the resolution of the first partial, with no more crumb than that of that China in the shoe that immediately shakes the Serbian. He has taken Djokovic these days temperature and that is a lot to say. Imposing again in the deployment, such as the one who has not forgotten to ride a bicycle, the witch of the last dates remains an accidental sequence, so it is, crooked days. The Serbian may not have the rope before, but its dimension is unmatched.
So take the librillo from a lifetime and apply it, touching the ball like Los Angeles. There is no dirty ball. And to his lapse the passage of Dimitrov happens, which is seen in front and does not believe it, accelerates, he shrinks, as if he knew in advance the end of the film and would like everything to pass fast, without pain, minimizing damage; It weighs too much that unfavorable 12-1 of the precedents. The Bulgarian offers a delicious proposal, setbacks to one hand that are like caresses and inventiveness to give and give away, but this Friday is wrong, does not feel the ball, it is obstructing. The joy of break A sigh and get rid of, error to error and without early. Thus, even more difficult against Djokovic. 32 minutes have elapsed and Belgrade has already broken the serve three times and has been made with the set.
Little does the wind that filters in the central one, which evict an out -of -tune individual who has faced Dimitrov. But nothing misleads the usual, floating, building, directing at will and opening a quick hole also in the second manga. There is no game. Or yes, but entirely is in Nole’s hand, which again leaves sensational figures with the serve, that great forgotten, surely; Very few have so many placement, such variability. Dizzy, Dimitrov finally decides to throw a game, applause and pampering for him, but little else. This will end quickly. Almost an hour of play and mistakes (36) fall out of the pocket, while Djokovic (5) exercises again as that perfect and so reliable machine.
. His body no longer admits the trot of before, but if he has any idea between eyebrow and eyebrow, it should not be ruled out. The bold ones say that his 2024 was roombut what I wanted most, that monumental gold from Paris, did. And it goes for more, continues to the load. Too tempting the 100 to let it escape. He has it at one step in Miami, where he conquered his first trophy of a 1000 Masters, back in 2007, being little less than a kid. 19 years old had somewhat heartbreaking. Eighteen have passed since then and Djokovic points to the centenary, confident in being able to rub shoulders very soon with Connors and Federer, in reaching where only two male tennis players have arrived. If something wants, we don’t catch it. It does not yield, not yet.
Again, once again, he on the edge of the extraordinary.
