While most of Paris went to sleep, Djokovic awakened

It took five months, two matches, and too much tennis that lasted into the small hours of the night. At 3:06 on Sunday morning in Paris, the version of Novak Djokovic that has become so familiar over the past decade finally emerged.

When it was over, Djokovic gave full credit to the crowd for turning him into his old self at 2-2 in the fourth set. Before that, the 37-year-old had struggled to penetrate the aesthetic steel of 22-year-old 30th seed Lorenzo Musetti, an opponent he described as impenetrable.

Really, there was one especially important person in the crowd who probably needed more credit than anyone else. That would be Djokovic’s wife, Jelena — the teenage sweetheart who turned into his life companion and stuck around through the inevitable chaos and dips of his life and their bond.

At this moment, she is just about the only person in his inner circle who has been there for the long haul, especially during the nine-month period in which he has jettisoned much of his staff for the final segment of his career.

At a game apiece in that fourth set, he and Jelena locked eyes. The rest of the people in his box were pretty quiet, but Jelena was up on her feet, clapping her hands, making it clear her husband knew the tennis and more importantly, the drive, was still inside him — if he wanted to find it.

Djokovic had just held serve. He shook his racket at her a few times, the start of a grin coming onto his face as if to tell her not to worry: he was here for it. 

She got a little louder, pumping her hands with a little more. The grin turned into a full-blown smile, and he yelled to her in that language only longtime companions keep between each other. 

And then Jelena was laughing hard, clutching her fingers in front of her chin at the absurdity of it all — two now-old kids, having a late night in the City of Light, a place that long ago made the 2am jazz set famous — and as though she knew what was coming next.

Djokovic knew who to credit for his victory (Emmanuel Dunand/AFP via Getty Images)

Brad Stine, the longtime coach who guided Jim Courier to No 1 in the men’s rankings three decades ago, likes to talk about what he calls his  “conversion theory” in tennis. Any player can turn any game, sometimes any match, around in the space of three points. That’s all it takes to shift the momentum 180 degrees, to drive an opponent from comfort and cruise control to panic and doubt. 

“Do the math,” says Stine, who now coaches men’s world No 14 Tommy Paul. It’s all about making the scoreboard work for your brain, he says. 

Djokovic had made it clear to Jelena that he wasn’t going anywhere. Still, Musetti, a gifted and fluid Italian, wouldn’t catch wind of that for another two games, when he was leading 40-15, a point from being three games away from sending the defending champion and 24-time Grand Slam winner away from Court Philippe-Chatrier in defeat.

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Djokovic jumped into a return, catching it four feet inside the baseline, then hit a drop shot and sent an easy volley into the open court. Musetti gifted him the next point with a double fault. Then came some deep loops to Musetti’s one-handed backhand. Before long, one of them sailed wide. Musetti would gain a momentary reprieve with a big serve that Djokovic couldn’t get back.

Djokovic had to labor at times (Emmanuel Dunand/AFP via Getty Images)

That got him jawing with Boris Bosnjakovic, the 50-year-old from Novi Sad in his native Serbia who has helped him scout opponents on and off but is now in his box — at least for this event — helping to fill the void left by Goran Ivanisevic’s departure in March.

Bosnjakovic is not the new coach. It’s a team effort from a shrunken coterie, with Jelena serving the dual roles of wife and psychologist, Djokovic would later explain. A forehand drive down the line got him to the brink, and then he completed the resurrection with a nifty backhand slice approach shot that Musetti ran for but could only send back wide. 

His arms rose to the crowd, at one set of stands and then another. He took a seat on his bench, and let his lungs heave for a moment to pull in some oxygen. In this moment, at least, he’d found himself again.

It was time to run downhill. Musetti won just one more game.

Musetti couldn’t convert two sets of brilliance into three (Clive Mason/Getty Images)

It might appear harsh to suggest it’s about time, not only for this tournament but for this trophyless year, but that’s pretty much how Djokovic feels about the results.

There was the semi-final drubbing from Jannik Sinner at the Australian Open; the bizarre March loss to the green and unproven Italian Luca Nardi, then the world’s 123rd ranked player, in Indian Wells, California. Casper Ruud of Norway got his first career win over him in Monte Carlo, and then he lost to Alejandro Tabilo of Chile and Tomas Machac of the Czech Republic in Rome and Geneva respectively.

These are all defeats that can befall a top player, have done so throughout the Open era and will continue to occur as new stars are born. But Djokovic has acquired such a sense of inevitability, hardened by his rivalry with Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal, whose feedback loop lifted them higher and higher above the rest of the field, that when they happen to him they are disorienting. 

Through all those odd results, there have been strange moments of resignation and disinterest from a player who prides himself on his passion and his fight, on the willingness to go to dark places and endure intense discomfort to get where wants to go.

He’s been there and he’s come out the other side, surpassing the titles of Federer and Nadal, establishing himself as arguably the greatest of his era.

But that leaves him asking: where does he need to go next? What is he willing to do to get there? He hasn’t found the answers this year, not until the witching hour on the Roland Garros clay as Saturday became Sunday.

When it was over, he told the crowd it was long past everyone’s bedtime, especially those children still sitting courtside. He said he was going to be up for a while, though. He had to shower, eat and go through the usual post-match routines. That wasn’t the real problem, however — not with the adrenaline of the moment coursing through his body.  

The real problem was that all he wanted to do was party.

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