Pursuit of perfection
He played very well at first, nipping about like whippet on springs, and was leading with a break of serve at 4-3, 30-0. That was when Djokovic took over and, winning the next 10 games, crushed the spirit of the Belgian. He had done it so many times before to so many different players that manner of the Serb’s victory simply seemed routine.
Looking at the line-up for the quarter-finals, there was no sense of excitement or intrigue: the Big Three in the last Big Four matches. Again. All we wondered was who between Guido Pella and Roberto Bautista Agut would make up the foursome for the semis (it turned out to be Bautista Agut).
It is not that we did not want to watch Messrs Djokovic, Federer and Nadal, it is just that we sort of knew what the end result would be, barring injury, illness or act of God.
It has been that way for as long as anyone can remember. The top boys are utterly relentless in their pursuit of perfection.