Novak Djokovic, 38 years old, and the New York stand coincides in the analysis, as inevitable as evident. Gone is lived, that they take away what Dance: The golden age has come to an end. A little of Carlos Alcaraz is enough to reduce (6-4, 7-6 (4) and 6-2, in 2h 24m) for the best tennis player of all time, who nods, recognizes, applauds with elegance to the rival and, during the 32 minutes that the third set has lasted, without crumb, already delivered, cavila on the march, giving him more and more turns: the trip is not yet finished Revealors “They are too good.” The compassion of Spanish in the network is a message and culminates a gray duel this time. It was a semifinal, smelled more to tribute.
Maybe a farewell? How long will Djokovic resist like this? He, wounded pride, now a hunter in front of the strongest, never wanted to be a second, so that it is possible to ask how much that armored mind will endure, if this last fascicle can perhaps open some crack in that resilient mood. It will be seen. There is an admirable romanticism in that obstinacy to continue, but the facts speak. Judgment: In the third act of the party, the Balkan has raised the white flag. That means that Alcaraz lands for the second time in the final-Sunday against Jannik Sinner or Félix Auger-Aliassime, still to decide-the seventh in a great, the eighth in the last eight tournaments. Not a set left El Palmar, only twice has given the serve.
Beyond philias and phobias, seeing Djokovic ball in these times raises an invasive feeling of nostalgia. On this track he has exalted and whistled, he has been wanted and has been rejected, but among those present the interior sensation predominates that something goes, that he exhausts, that he ends. The damn watch. With everything it can, everyone demands accounts. Without exception. Federer first, Nadal later. And now also to him, that infinite competitor that does the impossible to stretch the matter and that today suffers badly because, who would have imagined it, it costs him to refute. Drag a beating from Aúpa and weigh his legs; Three games alone and already dealt with the clogging of the trapeze.
Accept the new rules, this reality in which the incontestable winner remains and appears on the other side of the network a tennis player Quijosco. The Serbian is fully aware that he probably ends up colliding with the mill, but still prefers to try. In case the flies, it is not going to be that one day the stars are aligned. This is tennis. And there that continues to paddle against the world, with its ailments and its current limitation, but still resisting from that paradise that has always been for him the trench, happy place. The synchrony between body and mind has deteriorated, but the instinct has left. Class. He will never disgust at surviving, a task that now occupies him day after day.
Now, the failures are multiplied and the duel is pasty, like the day. Very leading the game, dotted with the logical brushstrokes. Heat and humidity, a lot of celebrity and much refreshment; The honey juice (Vodka, raspberry and lemon liquor) and Djokovic enters with bad foot, giving the service and suffering in each and every one of the exchanges. It seems that Alcaraz does not quite squeeze, to which it is enough not to weave at all to move forward; However, the atmosphere is strange, there is sea in the background and the current ends up catching the Murcian, who once assured the first set continues to make mistakes non -existent in the previous days.
Alcaraz closes the first partial with 13, and there is still the final stretch of the second and already accumulates 26. And that this time the discomfort does not seem to respond so much to the rival’s maneuver and by being carried away by inertia. The emotional is weighing a lot. Your tennis has become dirty. It is not fine in those left. It uses service. “No-no! No! No-!” The Arthur Ashe surrounds the myth, which rebels at that cachazudo rhythm and raises the ambient temperature: here you have to collaborate, it comes to say. The language of the party is abbreviated, locked, rather short balls; Missing pepper until a reverse interns, brand of the house, and then imposes on a 27 shots debate.
The central one is turned on, but in the territory of inaccuracy the extra march of Spanish prevails, to which it is enough to refine a little to resit: from 0-3 in the second to 3-3, benefited in the end by the collapse of the Serbian with the kick in the tiebreaker. Between the two they already accumulate 50 non -forced failures, they will be 60 at the close. It is a mere matter of time that today is over, aimed in one direction; No turn point is trusted or expected. AGACHAKOVIC HEAD. Another crude realism bath. It is the scenario on which a legend to decide how and when. If you are not enough today, you will hardly do it tomorrow.
Novak Djokovic
vs
Carlos Alcaraz
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