I’ve been watching Novak Djokovic play tennis for more than a decade, and I’ve never known quite what to make of him. He’s hard to read, which is strange, because few players seem so anxious, even desperate, to mean something. Still — you think of Roger Federer or Rafael Nadal, and a clear sense of persona comes flooding through. You think of Djokovic and your brain starts buzzing with contradictions.
He’s been, at various moments, a giddy clown, mimicking other players for laughs; a peevish also-ran, faking injury rather than fighting through a loss; a spoiler; a moralist; a diet guru.… Seguir leyendo »