Has Novak Djokovic finally met the man he can’t survive?
Novak Djokovic broke down in tears at Arthur Ashe Stadium on Sunday night. That was the image that remained. Mariano Navone does not celebrate. Not showing the scoreboard 6-7 (5), 7-5, 6-4, 2-6, 1-6. Not even the strange brutality of watching the 24-time Grand Slam champion fall ill courtside, convulsed and struggling to get through the final two sets.
Djokovic cried.
Because for perhaps the first time in a career built on making his body do things it wasn’t supposed to do, he looked like a man who he finally realized that his body was no longer entirely his own.
For years, Djokovic’s greatest weapon was not the forehand, return or elastic defense. It was an extraordinary belief he had in his own physical limits, or rather in his ability to continually push those limits. He could hurt. He could have limped. He could have looked done. Then he would somehow find another speed.
Novak Djokovic looks very emotional 1-3 in the 5th set against Navona at the US Open.
It definitely hurts physically, but it also feels like emotional tears.
4 or more hours at age 39.
The New York crowd tries to spur him on to another heroic comeback.
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There were no devices left on Sunday. It was almost like watching the old Prime Minister Padmini, who spent decades making people stop and admire, suddenly cough and splutter at a traffic light. It used to be the machine that made everyone go wow. The engine wasn’t supposed to sound like that.
And maybe Djokovic knew it too.
Mariano Navone, who is ranked 49th in the world and is playing the longest Grand Slam match of his career, defeated Djokovic in four hours and 36 minutes. It was the longest opening-round match Djokovic has ever played at a Grand Slam and ended his streak of 77 consecutive first-round wins at majors. 77. That’s a streak spanning nearly several decades. And it ended against a player who had never won a five-set match before.
If you’ve watched Djokovic long enough, you know the script. He overtakes, starts to look almost bored, then something goes wrong. Legs get heavy. The submission lost a bit. He grabs his back. He crouches on the baseline. He looks towards his box. And then they usually fix it. Djokovic struggled immensely with the heat and even hinted at some kind of knee problem. (Photo: Reuters)
That’s the Djokovic horror we’ve been watching for years. Even when he buckles down, even when Jelena has that expression on the stand that tells you she knows exactly how much it hurts, some small idiotic part of you is still waiting for a twist. The opponent senses an opening, doubt creeps in, and then Djokovic does something profoundly tantalizing and profoundly brilliant. Wins a point. Then another. Then a set. He ends up winning the match somehow.
Sunday was different.
THE BODY BETRAYS
After leading 4:1, he lost the first set. the first time that has happened in the opening round at Flushing Meadows since 2006. He was ill at court. He was in a convulsion. His shoulder tightened. He somehow fought back to lead two sets to one, because of course he did. Quiet surrender was never part of Novak Djokovic’s contract.
Then the body simply refused to negotiate further.
“The back eventually gave out and the shoulder and I couldn’t close it out,” Djokovic said afterward. A man who had treated pain as an inconvenience for two decades was finally forced to admit that pain can win. Djokovic tried to regain some energy before the 5th set. (Photo: Reuters)
Andy Roddick put it bluntly on his podcast: “His body just gave up.”
He also had little patience with people demanding that Djokovic leave immediately.
“Shut up. He can decide.”
Fairly. No one with a keyboard can decide when the 24-time Grand Slam champion will finish. That belongs to Djokovic. But Father Time never cared much for sentiment.
THE LAST SURVIVOR
And this is where Djokovic’s story becomes all too perfect. He beat Federer and Nadal for years when they should have been the established order. It was the younger man who came through, the next generation that would eventually take over. Then he did.
He beat Federer. Beat Nadal. He became the man that everyone else had to get over.
And then something remarkable happened. The next generation has arrived. And Djokovic didn’t move. For years, the players expected to inherit men’s tennis ran into the same problem: He was still there. The last man standing in the Big 3. (Photo: Reuters)
Alexander Zverev. Daniil Medvedev. Stefanos Tsitsipas. Dominic Thiem. Matteo Berrettini. Felix Auger-Aliassime. They came with bigger portions, younger legs, fresh ambitions and ever louder statements about the future. Sometimes they beat Djokovic. They didn’t replace him.
Think about it. The man who beat Federer and Nadal was still beating, or at least finishing in front of the generation that grew up watching him do it.
Then came Jannik Sinner and Carlos Alcaraz. They were different, the challenge was different. They began to divide sports among themselves. The younger generation finally found two men capable of turning Djokovic’s decline from a theoretical idea into a sporting reality.
Even at the age of 38, Djokovic was still the third best player in the world.
This year he reached the final of the Australian Open. He defeated Sinner on the way there. He spent more than five hours with Auger-Aliassi at Wimbledon. He kept showing up at the business end of tournaments, refusing to become a nostalgia act.
This is why Sunday is so difficult to process. It’s not like Djokovic suddenly became incapable of playing tennis. The champion is still there. The problem is that the body, if there is anything to do on Sunday night, may no longer guarantee that the champion will be there when he needs it.
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE
That’s a scary difference for a player like Djokovic. Federer finally said goodbye. Nadal got his. Their bodies made the decision easier to understand, even if it wasn’t any easier to accept. Djokovic was always determined to choose his own end.
Maybe there will be. Maybe Djokovic will show up somewhere else and do what he’s done so many times before: win an absurd five-set match, make everyone feel stupid for doubting him, and push the end a little further.
But this is no longer something we can take for granted. Father Time got his breaking point for the first time. And Djokovic couldn’t save it.
The great irony is that Djokovic has spent much of his career refusing to let time decide when he will retire. On Sunday, it got the floor for once.
But then again, we’re talking about Novak Djokovic.
Maybe next year he will still have his 25th Grand Slam. This may sound absurd after what we have just seen. But that’s not our fault. Djokovic has spent a career making us believe in the impossible, in miracles that seem out of business and yet somehow keep happening. So maybe we have one more foolish idea. Maybe next year it will be 25.
– The end
Issued by:
Debodinna Chakraborty
Published on:
02 Sep 2026 10:08 IST