The French Open, Novak Djokovic, and the End of the Machine Age in Tennis

For a moment on Sunday, after his four-set victory over Andy Murray, Novak Djokovic looked as if he might fall—not collapse in a rush of relief and joy but stumble. That, in itself, was astonishing. For three hours, Djokovic had stretched, slid, and spun into shots and out of them, never losing balance. His body had seemed constructed of sinew and veins and long, strong ligaments. But, when it was over, when he knew he had won his first French Open title, he seemed suddenly frail and thin, catching his breath, staggered by a staggering thing.

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