But each time he found himself down, Djokovic found a way. In the dark, he found light – literally, as the floodlights beat down on the battered surface – while there were times he had to go hunting at great heights, gazing into the high heavens in disbelief at fortuitous net cords or in sheer disbelief at how good he was getting from the man across the net.
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