The grit and greatness of Novak Djokovic
Even the most ardent of Federer and Nadal fans have now conceded defeat in the G.O.A.T debate, acknowledging the greatness of Novak Djokovic. So we wont feature a piece with statistics to argue one way or the other. Instead, here’s a piece by Sandeep Dwivedi about Djokovic’s past that gives context to his character – the cold steely resolve that underpins his success. Dwivedi argues that Djokovic’s growing up in war torn Yugoslavia has contributed to his perspective about life that allows him to perform in the face of adversity and make those remarkable fifth set comebacks time and again.
“Novak Djokovic was getting his first tennis lessons when Europe was witnessing its bloodiest conflict since World War II. Born in 1987, the ’90s was when Djokovic made the clay courts around Belgrade his second home. It was Yugoslavia’s decade of violent disintegration, the cruel churning that stirred up civil strife, brutal military action, ethnic cleansing, deaths in the thousands and the mass migration of millions.
…It can be argued whether Djokovic is the most skilled human to hit a fuzzy yellow ball but there can be no debate about his role in expanding the perception about his country. The cultural identity of the troubled young nation was softened by the success of its most popular citizen. Serbia, with Djokovic as its ambassador, embodies calmness, reliability and an unrelenting pursuit of perfection.
If you ever need to go under the knife, you would want a Djokovic-like surgeon. He is a player with no obvious flaws, he never panics and waits patiently for the tide to turn. If they are honest, even the Federer and Nadal faithful would nominate Djokovic to play for them, if their life depended on a tennis game.
The Belgrade of the ’90s will make you understand that the pressure of saving multiple championship points is nothing, in case you have celebrated your 12th birthday outdoors on a tennis court. Djokovic once gave a TV crew a guided tour of where he grew up. In that interview, he re-lived May 22, 1999: It was when NATO had launched unending airstrikes to free Kosovo from Yugoslavian troops.
As the kids gathered on court to sing “Happy Birthday” and the star among them got ready to cut the cake, an F-117 screamed overhead. The song stopped, the pre-teen birthday party, dreading doom, was wrapped in an envelope of helplessness. Those celebrating life seemed to be staring at death. This was a precursor to Djokovic’s match-day calm and the kind of pressure he faced as a pre-teen.
Another time, early during the four-month-long NATO aerial bombing, late one night startled by the sudden cracking sound, Djokovic’s mother would stumble and her head would hit the room heater. Mother unconscious, father in panic, two young brothers screaming — the trauma of that day is still fresh in Djokovic’s mind. The family, after regrouping, would rush out to reach the bomb shelter. To keep pace, a scared Djokovic would stumble and fall on the ground outside his home. That’s when a bomb would get dropped not too far from him. The earth shivered under him and the memory of the close brush with death was stored in his mind forever.
With time, Belgrade would plan their lives factoring in the bombing schedule and by second-guessing the fighter planes’ next target. Djokovic’s coach, and someone who he calls his second mother, Jelena Gencic, would plan training sessions at clubs in areas bombed the previous night, based on the assumption that the NATO fighter planes wouldn’t bomb the same area on successive days.
….Serbia’s ’90s generations often say that bombings made them tougher, readied them for future challenges.
….Sport wasn’t fun and games, it was also about a nation making a larger point or a grand propagation of an ideology. Football games were occasions to assert regional identities and stadium terraces were protest sites or, at times, battlefields. It is said that it was the violence at the 1990 Dinamo Zagreb vs Red Star Belgrade football game that kicked off the Serb-Croat war, the trigger which eventually fragmented Yugoslavia. With soccer hooligans moonlighting as militia, the stadium chants would be used as battle cries as neighbours turned blood-thirsty enemies. Grudge games fuelled by rage and heartbreak dominate the history of sports in the region.
At one point in his career, Djokovic too seemed to be falling into the trap. After games, he would give the three-finger victory salute made popular by Serb soldiers during their war on Croatia. But with age, he saw the light. Though he still can’t figure out why there was a bomber in the sky on his 12th birthday. The scars haven’t vanished but he isn’t digging his fingernails into them. Some time back, he raised money for flood victims from not just his own Serbia but also Croatia and Bosnia.
“Don’t think it is good for anybody to be stuck in the emotion of hatred and rage. I worked on myself to forgive,” he once said. The Djokovic story teaches that anger and angst can motivate you to become great but reconciliation and peace within can make you the greatest.”