Novak Djoković, niedoceniany mistrz czy unikatowa osobowość?

[Kiefer]

Później z dziwko, że nasz nie lubią.
Swoją drogą, to nie wierzę by Novak nie dał zielonego światła staremu do tego typu wypowiedzi, przecież każdy normalny na jego miejscu by kazał staremu zamknąć ryj.

[DUN I LOVE]

Kazać sobie może, rodzice są różni.

[Kiefer]

Dla mnie wypisz wymaluje retoryka, która pasuje do samego Djokovica, jego zachowania i charakteru.

[Bombardiero]

Właściwie wygląda na typowe zachowanie człowieka z mocnymi kompleksami. Jakby obaj byli pewni tej wartości i niezaprzeczalnej wyższości Novaka, to ojciec by nie gderał o tym, że w Azji jest bóstwem (xD xD xD). Wystarczyłoby to udowodnić na korcie. Z drugiej strony syn, o ile omijają go jakieś meczowe zawirowania, albo nieźle wciela się w rolę ułożonego człowieka, albo ma chociaż więcej ogłady i nie rzuca złotymi myślami na lewo i prawo. Ale to i tak jeden kij. Mnie Raiola zraził do Pogby na przykład i tu też mam podobnie. Przy czym do Djokovica byłem zrażony od zawsze, a takie wystąpienia medialne w żaden sposób nie ocieplają w moich oczach jego wizerunku.

[jonathan]

Zachodnia cywilizacja myśli, że jedynie ona istnieje, tymczasem stanowi tylko jedną piątą świata.

Postrzeganie Novaka przez pryzmat wypowiedzi jego ojca to raczej nieporozumienie, ale ten fragment w punkt, bo ludzie na Zachodzie lubią żyć w przekonaniu, że świat idzie w jedną stronę i tylko oni są awangardą postępu, a tak naprawdę o reszcie świata wiedzą niewiele. A ta reszta świata nie dość, że rozwija się znacznie dynamiczniej, to traktuje ich poglądy co najwyżej jak egzotyczną ciekawostkę.

[Kiefer]

Tylko on to mówi w kontekście postrzegania Djokovica, a chyba nie sądzisz, ze ten jest nielubiany, bo jest z Serbii? Zwykłe wymysły starego, który jak widać ma z tym związane kompleksy i tylko dlatego powtarza to po raz n-ty.

[DUN I LOVE]

[Bombardiero]

Myślicie, że takie warunki miał na myśli otac Srdjan?

[DUN I LOVE]

Kolejny kamień milowy w karierze sersbkiego mistrza.

#1: Novak wyrównał wynik Rogera.


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[Damian]

"THE PERFECT PLAYER": HOW ONE WRITER SAW NOVAK DJOKOVIC, 14 YEARS AGO

Spoiler:

Within a week, Novak Djokovic will eclipse Roger Federer and secure one of the most prestigious records in tennis: most weeks ranked at No. 1. It is, almost by definition, the most convincing measure of a player’s day-in, day-out superiority painted on the large canvas of an entire career.

I had my first good look at Djokovic some 14 years ago, while covering the 2007 Indian Wells Masters. The experience led me to write a blog post with the headline “The Perfect Player.” Fans still bring up or reference that story, so I thought it only fitting when Djokovic tied the record to trot it out as a tribute of sorts. Other than dropping some thoughts on Richard Gasquet that led the original piece, and some light editing of material that is not relevant, this is exactly what I wrote.—PB


Novak Djokovic, circa 2007. (Getty Images)

. . . I went out to take a close look at Djokovic today, in his match against Julian Benneteau, a Frenchman who’s been playing very well here by following a simple and often lethal formula—make few errors and force your opponent to win the match by making the shots that he knows he must in order to win.

I arrived at Stadium Court 2 at 3-all, while most of the fans were watching Andy Murray bang on Nikolay Davydenko in the big house. I took a seat right behind the north baseline, just three rows up from the wall behind the court, among a handful of big-bellied senior citizens, tanning their chicken-wing arms and backs on the green benches.

The first thing I jotted in my notebook, as Djokovic whacked a backhand that earned him a break of serve for 5-3, was “great trunk rotation, often punctuated by a guttural exhalation.” Trunk rotation is a big thing for me, has been ever since I first saw the best practitioner, Miloslav “Big Cat” Mecir. That guy did not appear to ever run (he was always just there, waiting for the ball) and he did not appear to swing a racquet hard enough to break an electric-eye beam.

But the ball came off Mecir’s strings with the pop of a champagne cork, and unexpected pace. Djoker is just as clean, yet he takes a bigger cut at the ball and is less disposed to counterpunching than was Mecir. So he ends up hitting a heavier, more dangerous ball. But trunk rotation only rises to maximum efficiency with great timing, and that’s the Djoker’s other deep, subtle talent. The combination of timing and rotation yield maximum oomph without maximum swing speed. This is a pretty good definition of stroking efficiency.

Serving for the set, Djoker fell behind love-40, at which point he let out a visceral roar and, enraged, flung his cap to the court. This gesture appeared to end the curse, for he won the next two points with fierce, inside-out, forehand winners, each of them having every mark of a go-for-broke shot, but without the desperation. This is one cool kid. He got back to deuce with yet another big, inside-out forehand, but this time the ball also skipped off the let cord.

“S***!,” Benneteau cried. Then, perhaps recalling that he’s French, he amended it to, “Merde!”


Djokovic would win all 10 sets he played, including this one against a frustrated David Ferrer, on his way to the final. (Getty Images)

A group of shirtless college kids, with their baseball caps worn facing the wrong direction, as per current campus-correctness, wandered in and sat down to watch. Benneteau was playing well enough to force Djokovic’s hand, and each time the latter made an error—or hit a winner—he punctuated it with a war cry or a clenched fist. He’s an emotional guy, but somehow it never corrupts his stroke work, or finds expression as a poor decision, a hasty decision or a puzzling decision—a problem faced by many other players.

Often, guys who play with a great deal of emotion are perfectionists; that was John McEnroe’s lifelong mantra, as well as the convenient, all-purpose excuse for his tantrums. Andy Murray and Djokovic, among others, are like that too, and their biggest enemy is the self-same perfectionism that has brought them this far. Their challenge is to keep that perfectionism from becoming a destructive force. Djokovic seems to have a handle on this, because his game doesn’t fluctuate a great deal. Those outbursts—they're just lip service to the perfectionism he is keeping at bay.

And here’s something else. I noticed watching Richard Gasquet that his feet are very busy, sometimes working like flippers as he hits the ball. I thought it telling that Djoker’s feet are active as well, yet it’s always a critical, split-second later than in a guy like Gasquet. That is, Djoker buys an extra, useful moment of stillness while his swing is still in progress, and that enables him to whack the ball with a shade more power and accuracy.

Djoker broke Benneteau easily in the first game of the second set, and then crushed some gigunda serves to hold. The Djokovic serve is a thing of beauty, streamlined as a Brancusi sculpture, lethal as the strike of a cobra. It is a serve very much like that of Pete Sampras, although it probably is a shade slower. Djoker lines up with his feet nearly parallel to the baseline, his front, left foot so far ahead of his right that his calf appears to be bowed. As he begins his no-frills, leisurely toss, he shifts his weight slightly to his back foot—just enough to free up that distended left leg to respond to his deep knee bend, then act as a piston to pump his body up and forward. The motion is seamless, gathering force and speed that maxes out as he makes contact.


In a semifinal showdown with fellow rising star Andy Murray, Djokovic gave no quarter, winning 6-2, 6-3. (Getty Images)

The racquet appears to swallow the ball before it spits it back out with explosive force—egg-shaped if Djokovic is going for the big kicker; distended like a yellow cartoon bullet if it’s a hard, flat one. Ka-boom! When Djoker blasted another one that helped him go up 2-0, it left Benneteau shaking his head, a man in sorry communion with his impending doom.

It was at this point that I jotted down that most famous line in the literature of rock criticism. After getting his first look at little-known rocker Bruce Springsteen, rock critic Jon Landau wrote: “I saw my rock 'n' roll past flash before my eyes. And I saw something else: I saw rock ‘n’ roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.”

The games began to flow quickly; Benneteau was losing blood fast and nothing he did would stem the tide. A lot of this was because of Djokovic’s ability to compete—to press the attack without relenting or allowing his focus to dim. Perfect execution is a high-wire act; let a sliver of doubt or distraction enter your consciousness and you fall off the string.

On this day, though, the Djoker was not about to fall. My next note is an aside written as Djokovic starts serving the fourth game of the second set: The PA announcer comes on and booms out: “. . . And then, Czech teenage sensation Nicole Vaidisova, will be giving autographs over at the Tennis Warehouse tent!”

I swear, by the time I finished jotting that note, Djokovic was up 4-0. When Benneteau held for 1-4, I had the feeling that Djokovic was taking a breather. He then ran out the next two games and the match, 6-3, 6-1.

Did Benneteau play into Djokovic’s hands? It depends on how you look at it. The way I saw it, he held up the match, showed it to Djoker, and, in effect, said: If you can take it, it’s yours. And Djokovic took it.


Only Rafael Nadal, just a few months before his 21st birthday, would stop the 19-year-old Serbian at the 2007 Indian Wells tournament. (Getty Images)

I wandered away thinking I had just observed the Perfect Player, so I figured, what the hail, I may as well tell the guy. The ATP hooked me up with Djokovic. Mainly, I was interested in learning, in a little more detail, how a guy with very little access to top tennis training, and the resources it requires, ended up owning a game that’s cleaner than a child’s plate on spaghetti night.

I sat down with Djokovic in an empty office off the player lounge. In case you’re interested, he has an impressive, almost old-school (1950s) look, enhanced by the erect carriage of a soldier. He has no hairstyle—just short, dark hair of even length all around. It's a Spartan look. What you may not see on television is that he has very finely made features that are as perfectly balanced as his game, although his eyes are a little close together. He’s friendly and direct. I told him that I wasn’t there to kiss his butt, but I thought he was as close to the Perfect Player as I had ever seen, and asked if that was a matter of nature or nurture.

First, he laughed at my disclaimer. Then he said, “I can say in one hand that it is destiny. In Serbia, we never had a Top 15 player after Boba (Slobodan Zivoinovic, who was ranked as high as No. 19), so it was hard for me to develop and succeed. But it was a half-and-half thing between my talent and my first coach’s work, so I was very lucky to have this coach.”

That mentor was a woman, Jelena Gencic, who had also worked with Monica Seles and at one point traveled with Goran Ivanisevic (I met her briefly). Djokovic says that Gencic gave him the “basic things” and watched over him like a hawk between the ages of 6 and 11, after which the family brain trust decided to allow him to go off to the former Yugoslav star Nikki Pilic’s tennis academy in Europe (as per Gencic’s advice), where he rubbed elbows with the likes of Ivanisevic and Boris Becker.

“It was difficult for my family to leave a child of 12 in another country, but after the first few days the uncle who took me to Munich, and I was left for myself. But it was a thing I needed to do.”



Djokovic originally played a one-handed backhand, but he described himself as a “skinny” kid who didn’t make enough power, and thus always found himself on the defensive. So he adopted the two-hander. Everything else, more or less, just continued to develop naturally. Pilic, who had helped Ivanisevic with his serve (“You know how he’s serving,” Djokovic asked, laughing), also fine-tuned the Djokovic delivery.

The only other thing that changed as Djokovic began to make his move in the pros was his forehand. He had a good run in Paris in 2005. But when it was over, Gencic pulled him aside and told him: “You’re playing great, but when you have a chance to finish the point with my forehand you use too much spin. Make it flatter.”

And of his mental toughness, Djokovic said: “I matured a lot. . .I am trying to hold my emotions as much as I can, but that’s just me. I like to scream on the court. I like to fight. I like to compete.”

And what did he think about this “Perfect Player” theory?

He laughed again. “I can’t say I’m the perfect tennis player. Nobody can be perfect and I think I have a lot to improve on (he cited the serve, making the most of opportunities, and attacking the net).”

So perhaps he isn’t perfect, but he’s a spectacularly gifted player who’s not going to be undone by his perfectionism, either. And that’s as perfect as anyone has a right to ask.

https://www.tennis.com/pro-game/2021/03 ... ago/93149/

[DUN I LOVE]

Przypisywano kiedyś perfekcję grze Federera, później mówino, że Nadal ma bardziej dominujący tenis w swoim peaku (przede wszystkim jest silniejszy mentalnie), ale koniec końców doczekaliśmy się kogoś, kogo gra wyznacza nowe standardy.

Novak Djoković.

[Kamileki]

Przypisywano kiedyś perfekcję grze Federera, później mówino, że Nadal ma bardziej dominujący tenis w swoim peaku (przede wszystkim jest silniejszy mentalnie), ale koniec końców doczekaliśmy się kogoś, kogo gra wyznacza nowe standardy.

Novak Djoković.

Kto Ci płaci za wypisywanie tych bredni.

[DUN I LOVE]

express.co.uk

[Bombardiero]

Srdjan Djokovic: To ja opłaciłem Dunaja

Ojciec wielkiego tenisowego mistrza, Srdjan Djokovic, w jednym z ekskluzywnych wywiadów udzielonych SrbijaTV przyznał, że rozpuścił siewców Djokoviczyzmu po całym świecie. Szczególnie zachwalał swojego agenta w Polsce, który dniami i nocami stara się przeciągnąć fanów tenisa na Djoko-stronę mocy.

- Kojarzycie pewnie Dunaja z mtenis.com.pl? Jest tam administratorem, ma ogromny wpływ na użytkowników - zaczął z szelmowskim uśmiechem na ustach papa Djokovic. - To ja go opłaciłem. Zobaczyłem, jaki ma potencjał, puściłem szybki przelew i zdobyłem jego poświęcenie dla sprawy. Ja przesyłam mu wytyczne, on formułuje posty. Świetny pracownik.

Srdjan Djokovic zapytany o to, czy nie zauważył, że znacząca część fanów tenisa w Polsce wciąż nie darzy sympatią jego syna, tylko się roześmiał.

- To śmieci - dodał pełnym pogardy głosem. - Prawdziwi fani tenisa są jak Dunaj. Widzą wiatr dobrych zmian na tenisowym szczycie. Novak jest jak czołg, jedzie po wszystkich w tenisowej historii. On to widzi, a że dla sprawy bierze pieniądze, nie ma w tym nic złego.

Nie byłoby w tym nic dziwnego, gdyby walutą, w jakiej Srdjan Djokovic wypłaca honorarium Dunajowi, były chociażby złotówki. Z anonimowego źródła wiemy, że polski agent numeru jeden światowego rankingu przyjmuje wypłatę w serbskich dinarach. To jednak musi być miłość.

Źródło: SobotniePierdoły.pl

[The Djoker]

Hahaha dobre xD

[Lleyton]

[DUN I LOVE]

Srdjan Djokovic: To ja opłaciłem Dunaja

Ojciec wielkiego tenisowego mistrza, Srdjan Djokovic, w jednym z ekskluzywnych wywiadów udzielonych SrbijaTV przyznał, że rozpuścił siewców Djokoviczyzmu po całym świecie. Szczególnie zachwalał swojego agenta w Polsce, który dniami i nocami stara się przeciągnąć fanów tenisa na Djoko-stronę mocy.

- Kojarzycie pewnie Dunaja z mtenis.com.pl? Jest tam administratorem, ma ogromny wpływ na użytkowników - zaczął z szelmowskim uśmiechem na ustach papa Djokovic. - To ja go opłaciłem. Zobaczyłem, jaki ma potencjał, puściłem szybki przelew i zdobyłem jego poświęcenie dla sprawy. Ja przesyłam mu wytyczne, on formułuje posty. Świetny pracownik.

Srdjan Djokovic zapytany o to, czy nie zauważył, że znacząca część fanów tenisa w Polsce wciąż nie darzy sympatią jego syna, tylko się roześmiał.

- To śmieci - dodał pełnym pogardy głosem. - Prawdziwi fani tenisa są jak Dunaj. Widzą wiatr dobrych zmian na tenisowym szczycie. Novak jest jak czołg, jedzie po wszystkich w tenisowej historii. On to widzi, a że dla sprawy bierze pieniądze, nie ma w tym nic złego.

Nie byłoby w tym nic dziwnego, gdyby walutą, w jakiej Srdjan Djokovic wypłaca honorarium Dunajowi, były chociażby złotówki. Z anonimowego źródła wiemy, że polski agent numeru jeden światowego rankingu przyjmuje wypłatę w serbskich dinarach. To jednak musi być miłość.

Źródło: SobotniePierdoły.pl

Dopiero teraz przeczytałem.

[Bombardiero]

A ja już myślałem, że się obraziłeś i czekasz na okazję, by się zemścić.

[DUN I LOVE]

Nie zauważyłem. Piękne.

[Bombardiero]

Nie zauważyłem. Piękne.

(ale nie piwem, chyba że bezalkoholowym)