MELBOURNE—One of the pet sayings of Novak Djokovic’s former coach, Boris Becker, was that tennis years were like dog years. If we accept Becker’s assessment, then what to make of the half-year that had passed since Djokovic had last played a tournament match?
As Djokovic took the court for his opener versus 63rd-ranked Donald Young, the mystery of sports loomed. Assuming his longstanding elbow injury had heeled, Djokovic would be healthy and eager. But those two factors took a back seat to the aspect of tennis that truly drives the car. It’s one thing to be fresh. It’s another to be sharp.
As Djokovic noted, “playing a practice set and playing an official match in a Grand Slam is quite different because, you know, obviously you have nerves that kick in. . . . I just tried, you know, to embrace whatever emotions are coming, but at the same time trying to focus myself as much as I can on the present moment.”
Margaret Court Arena was the setting, a tidy, elegant 7,500-seat venue nearly filled, including two chairs in the northeast corner occupied by Djokovic’s intriguing duopoly of Andre Agassi and Radek Stepanek. The match began just after 3:00 p.m.
Though Young had lost their two prior matches, the adroit lefty had served for the second set and held two set points the last time these two had played. But that had come in Eastbourne, on the slick kind of grass that highly aids Young’s game. Australia was a horse of a different color, its slow hard courts tailor-made for Djokovic’s metronomic brand of baseline tennis.
Call it the Novak Smother. From the start, he dictated play against Young with comprehensive oppression. In a 12-month period that had seen the resurgence of the uber-geniuses, Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal, it was easy to forget Djokovic’s sustained craftsmanship, the mastery of the quotidian—depth, movement, balance. Go up against someone like that and the question grows increasingly louder: How am I going to make this guy miss? As the volume rises, Djokovic’s opponents often find their technique subtly but profoundly compromised.
In Young’s case, this happened rapidly. Djokovic won the first set, 6-1, in 23 minutes. Young had committed 17 unforced errors, Djokovic only two. The one-way traffic continued in the second, with Djokovic snapping up that one, 6-2. The match by this point was 61 minutes long.
The third set lasted nearly as long as the first two. But over the course of 50 minutes, only sporadically was Young able to assert himself—a whipped forehand here, a volley there. Djokovic held it all in his hands. Even when Young fought off five match points at 3-5, a major comeback seemed unlikely. Djokovic held handily at 15 and then gave a mildly subdued version of his four-cornered, post-match celebration.