The great Djokovic stops Kyrgios and raises his 21st major at Wimbledon

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Novak Djokovic

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Nick Kyrgios

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Novak Djokovic kneels and makes the plane, throws hearts towards the stands.

He has already defeated Nick Kyrgios in a final that he first had to straighten out and then resolved on autopilot: 4-6, 6-3, 6-4 and 7-6 (3) (in 3h 01m) .

It is the seventh time that he has won Wimbledon, the fourth in succession, and thus catches the tennis player who inspired him so much, Pete Sampras, and also the old reference to William Renshaw.

He is a happy man.

He has just lifted his 21st major and after the turbulent start to the year in Australia he is rejoining the great historic race, in which Roger Federer is one meter behind him and Rafael Nadal is now one meter ahead.

Fireworks sound from the warm-up, there is fun from the beginning.

The virguero Kyrgios draws a shot below the legs and the public of La Catedral licks their lips and cheers him because he knows that strong emotions are coming.

Tennis at full blast between two virtuosos who at each attack of one, reply with an even more exquisite blow;

velvety shipments when appropriate and violent when they must solve a point the brave way.

A million tricks.

Two technical wonders.

And, also, from the outset, the confirmation that the Australian is very serious and does not want to let go.

He leaves the circus shoots for another day and approaches the Serb in the form of a waterspout.

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A double fault from Nole opens the game and from that moment the murmur floats throughout the afternoon in the central.

His academicism contrasts with the harmonized chaos of his rival, that chubby boy who suffered

and who two years ago suffered from depression, self-harm included.

Historion that of Kyrgios, also that of Djokovic;

son of the war the Balkan.

The two bad boys of modern tennis in a bare-chested head-to-head.

The tattooed Australian shows off a sampler and tries to disconcert with the spoon serve, an

of seconds, approaches that force Nole to a constant exercise of foreshortenings and impossible postures.

He feels the anxiety of the former number one.

The grandstand does not opt ​​clearly, although the feeling that London prefers a new entry in the history weighs.

Rewind twenty years to the name of Lleyton Hewitt, the last Australian to own the green;

And when reviewing, Djokovic's hegemony is reflected in the last three editions: there are 28 consecutive wins since then, four consecutive titles.

An atrocity.

Too much for the chubby Kyrgios, with that peculiar style, sweeping with the backhand and killing flies with the right.

Unpredictable, and at the same time accurate to seal the first partial with a whiplash that, now yes, makes the stands see the feather duster.

Two contained volcanoes

Far from denting his spirits, the noise brings vitamins to Djokovic's tennis, the sleeping jackal who had been leaving

towards the final, and who once again finds a shock in the latter's concession.

The more adversity, the better Nole.

The same old story.

He stoically endures the Australian's offensive downpour and counterattacks as he knows how.

The art of walking on coals.

Peck by peck, based on linearity, he balances and begins to lead the duel towards the territory that best suits him.

He lifts three

balls , closes the second round with luck (hit on the tape) and imposes.

Center Court rises again for one of its great champions

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They are two contained volcanoes, two whirlpools controlling their nature.

Everything happens very evenly and the tension grows.

A very fine thread holds the Australian.

The bare ground of the bottom makes the Belgrade man slip a couple of times, who begins to control the times and squeezes a rival who has held his pulse at the most opportune moment.

However, emotionally, Kyrgios walks on a very thin ledge and even the slightest sigh can destabilize him.

Despite the progression of these days, he is caught with pins.

He makes a first fuss towards his

and then gets into a fight with a spectator who has made a sound during the serve, resolved with a double fault.

“She is drunk as a cuba in the first row, talking to me in the middle of the game.

Looks like she's had about 700 drinks, brother.

This is a p… joke!” he yells at the referee, the Frenchman Renaud Lichtenstein, who weathers the storm as best he can and sighs in relief when the victim compensates with two aces.

Against all odds, Kyrgios has managed to contain the short circuit.

And meanwhile, Djokovic continues to his own, very stony, very Djokovic, outlining;

he spreads the trades and erodes with his

until he sinks his claws in and is definitely ahead, partial up.

He is exactly where and how he wanted to be.

From grotesque to redemption

In those, he goes to the locker room to stand in front of the mirror and have one of those talks with himself that, he says, reassure him and at the same time give him the necessary wings to round off the job well.

Kyrgios, meanwhile, is rooted to the chair and maintains his composure.

In other times he might have exploded, but not now;

after much fire and much verbiage against the Serb, the bad boys in the class have become colleagues.

Maybe not friends, but there is respect and it is perceived on the track.

After eight minutes of introspection, Djokovic reappears immaculate and the possibility that the opponent will turn history around seems very complicated.

Nole weaves and weaves, resolves the

with hierarchy and thus triumphs again in London and finds something similar to redemption.

From the absurdity of Australia to this revenge at Wimbledon, three phases: the ordeal, the purgatory and the glory.

Kyrgios has tried, the most applied and conscientious Kyrgios that has ever been seen, but it is not enough.

For the fourth consecutive edition, the seventh time, Djokovic rises and chews the grass of La Catedral, who yearns for King Federer and attends with a serious gesture when insisting on another phenomenon that claims the keys to the garden.

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