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“What you did this year is probably impossible to repeat,” Rafael Nadal said to Novak Djokovic after losing to the Serb at the U.S. Open in 2011. These words of hard-won realism—Nadal knew from experience that living up to yourself isn’t easy—have begun to sound prophetic. While Djokovic repeated himself in Melbourne and Key Biscayne and is still a strong No. 1, he has struggled more often than he did in 2011. Today, after losing to Nadal 7-5, 6-3 in the Rome final, he finally gave back a piece of the clay turf that he had taken from Rafa last year.

Just as important, this match looked more like the Djokovic-Nadal tussles we saw from 2008 to 2010 than the Serb-dominated versions of last year. Like those earlier contests, Djokovic controlled much of the action but couldn’t connect on the finishing shot often enough. It reminded me of another comment Rafa made after last year’s Open, when he shook his head and said that Djokovic just kept making "one more ball, one more ball, one more ball." That patience, Nadal said, was the biggest change in his game and the biggest reason he had passed him. Today, with his defense, Nadal asked him again to make one more ball. Djokovic couldn’t do it.

At 2-2, Novak worked himself into position for a putaway overhead, then bounced the smash on his side of the net. Later in the same game, at deuce, he found his old reliable pattern against Rafa—backhands to each corner—but this time he missed the finisher down the line. More crucial, with Nadal serving at 3-4, 30-30 and Novak finding his range—a TV commentator said at that moment, “Djokovic is just beginning to take the ascendancy”—the two played another long point, with Djokovic dictating. In 2011, his signature reaction to an important winner was to let out a long grunt, and he tried it again on a backhand here. This time it was one shot too soon. Nadal stretched for a slice forehand and lofted it back, a ball that would have been red meat for the Djoker last year. Today he sent it 5 feet long. Instead of a long victory grunt, he was left to stare at the clay in confusion. It was one ball too many.

Djokovic pressed, to the tune of 41 unforced errors on the day. As he said afterward, you’ll never beat Rafa on clay with that kind of stat. He tried to force his forehand, was thrown off by weird bounces on his backhand, lost the the long rallies that he has been winning against Nadal, and let his frustration get the better of him when he smashed his racquet at the end of the first set. Even Djokovic’s return wasn’t quite up to its usual standard of brilliance. With Nadal serving at 4-3 in the second set, Djokovic put his first return on the baseline and went up 0-15. But from 15-15, he missed two makeable returns. The second one was a backhand off a second serve that caromed all the way past the doubles sideline. All in all, he looked like the hunted rather than the hunter.

Yet Djokovic can take some heart in the fact that the match was still close, and that he played much of it from an offensive position. Up 5-4 at 30-30 on Nadal’s serve, he hit a forcing forehand that clipped the sideline but was called wide; that might have cost him a chance to reach set point. And early in the second, Djokovic appeared ready to turn the momentum in his favor. He held six break points in Rafa’s first two service games. Nadal, in an echo of their Melbourne final, had begun to nervously miss routine forehands. But this time Djokovic couldn’t convert, and the tide stayed with Rafa. As commentator Robbie Koenig said, it isn’t as if Djokovic has lost the formula for beating Nadal. He just needs to execute it . . . to perfection.

After the match, Djokovic rightly said that, despite the scores, it had been tight, and he can go to Paris knowing he has a chance at the Nole Slam. He also said that Nadal wasn’t at his best. Rafa politely disagreed. “Can I play better?” he asked himself. “Yes. Can I play much more better? I am not that good.”

That’s an accurate assessment. Nadal was very good in general, especially on defense. He went after his forehand early and won a few points by looping it high and deep to Djokovic’s backhand. He not only tracked balls down, which he always does, but he didn’t get tight or hit short once he got there, something he had done more than usual against Djokovic over the last year. Even when getting pushed around, Rafa looked comfortable out there. To combat Djokovic’s deep returns, he seems to have invented a hockey-goalie block to keep himself in the point; it’s a difficult, fast-hands shot, but I don’t think I saw him miss one today. Finally, Nadal won the tennis equivalent of what they call “loose balls” in basketball. When the two players were at net and forced to improvise, Nadal usually came out the winner, including on an all-important break point at 5-5 in the first.

But as both of them said, this wasn’t Nadal at his very best. He didn’t serve well; just 57 percent of his first balls went in. On the plus side, now Nadal knows he can beat Novak without serving lights out, the way he did in Monte Carlo. And he did come up with good deliveries when he needed them, including two big service winners to hold for 4-2 in the second set. On the minus side, Djokovic will likely return the ball more crisply the next time they play. As far as the ground game, Nadal still makes more routine errors with his forehand against Djokovic than he does against anyone else, much the way Roger Federer does when he plays Nadal. Rafa was anxious on that side early in the second set, and he overhit a few forehands down the line that he hadn’t missed the entire clay season.

Speaking of which, the clay swing has been whittled down to one last big event, the one for the record books in Paris. Nadal, with his customary three warm-up wins, two of which came over Djokovic, is now a slight favorite there. He finished this week the way he started, like a man determined to put the negativity from Madrid behind him and begin his final push for Roland Garros. No one knows how to get ready for that event like Nadal. Today Rafa played with a hungry look, the look of a player getting back something that had been taken from him—in this case, both his Rome title and the No. 2 ranking.

It might not have been absolute top-drawer Nadal, but it was a vintage performance in the resourcefulness department. All of his scrambling and sliding paid off at game point at 4-3 in the second set. On that point, Djokovic drilled a forehand that Nadal barely scraped back; then Novak pushed him to his right and came in. Nadal staggered and stumbled but still managed to get his racquet in position for a topspin lob that Djokovic could only wave at in disgust. It was the final dagger, and another moment when Nadal turned seeming defeat into victory. The win made him 247-19 for his career on clay, the best men's winning percentage of the Open era. Persistence, as it has for seven years for him, has paid off again.

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There will almost certainly be better, or at least saner, women’s finals in 2012, but it will be hard for any of them to offer as much as the one we saw in Rome between Maria Sharapova and Li Na. There was rain. There were helicopters. There were airplanes. There was soccer around the corner. There were hooligans on the march. There was not one, but two, epic chokes. There was a two-hour delay right when the match appeared to have finally wound to its conclusion. There was a third-set tiebreaker that ended 7-5 and was decided by a shot that landed no more than an inch wide. There were laughs about it all as the two women shook hands, and this succinct description from Li afterward: “The match was a joke.” Then there was a trophy ceremony that featured two French players, Mary Pierce and Yannick Noah, who could barely speak Italian, with the theme to Chariots of Fire as a soundtrack—a fitting end to a wacky day.

It should also be said that there were a lot of quality shots from both women, and this match, distractions and all, was as enjoyable as it was exasperating. The rallies were fast-paced and, when neither player was melting down, the winners flowed. Over its course, Sharapova and Li each showed why they could win at Roland Garros in a few weeks, as well as reminding us that neither is exactly a safe bet.

Sharapova, who won her second straight Italian Open, proved again how much her game has improved on clay. If she’s not an expert at sliding into her forehand—she still loses balance when she’s forced to move to that side—she has at least made herself competent at it on the backhand side; it’s not an easy thing to learn if you didn’t grow up on dirt. And when she was able to get set, she was the superior ball-striker. This win will also serve as a reminder, not that Maria really needs one, that she’s never out of a match until, as Li put it afterward, “the umpire says game, set, match.” On the downside for Sharapova, her serve, so solid in the controlled indoor conditions in Stuttgart, faltered again in Rome’s wind and rain and noise. She lost her toss at crucial moments in the first set, and again when she was ahead in the third. And when Li was able to push her to the forehand side, Sharapova struggled to get back into rallies.

On Li’s side of the net, for a set and a half she played the best tennis she’s played since she won the French last year. She showed one more time how well she moves on clay, and how, when her forehand is clicking and everything is in rhythm, she can control the rallies against anyone. She won 15 of 17 points during one stretch in the second set, a run that only Serena Williams is normally capable of putting together against Sharapova. But Li also showed that, like most rhythm players, she’ll start to lose the beat at a certain point—i.e., when she’s trying to close out a big match. It would have been uncanny, if it hadn’t been so predictable, to see Li lose her groove and start guiding her shots once she went up two breaks in the second. When a 4-0 score turned to 4-2, and Li sent a flat-footed backhand long, her long suffering husband, Jiang Shan, leaned forward and flashed a wry, pained smile—he must have know what was coming, and that it wasn’t going to be pretty. When his wife double-faulted a few minutes later to go down 4-5, he leaned all the way over and stared at the ground.

Looking forward to Roland Garros, each player should be pleased with this performance. Li, while she couldn’t close, has found her best form just in time. And Sharapova, with her wins in Stuttgart and Rome, has split the four major Roland Garros tune-ups with Serena Williams and will go to Paris as one of the favorites, along with Serena and Victoria Azarenka. Maria also found a way through the Foro Italico madness. She didn’t double fault in the decisive tiebreaker, came up with a key service winner at 3-2, and put her forehand at 5-5 smack in the corner, where both lines meet. She’s now 7-0 in three setters in 2012, and goes to Roland Garros with her best chance yet of completing a career Grand Slam.

Still, that wasn’t what made yesterday’s final memorable. “The mind is an amazing thing,” Tennis Channel commentator Rennae Stubbs said as the normally iron-willed Maria was going through her own, much less predictable, collapse in the third set from 4-1 up. You won’t find many matches that expose that fact more clearly than this one. Watching Sharapova and Li turn into completely different—i.e. much worse—players when they had a lead made me wonder: Why do we fear success so much more than failure?

What I’ll remember most is seeing Sharapova, down 5-6 and serving at 30-30, take an easy high forehand, drill it into the net, and then, because she couldn’t think of anything else to do at that terrible moment, pull her ponytail over up over her head. On the next point, match point for Li, Sharapova got another easy high forehand. She didn’t hesitate, and put it safely away for a winner. For Maria, especially on clay, persistence . . . well, you know what it does.