Novak Djokovic played unbelievably on the third set on Sunday.
Monday, not the same.
On Sunday, after the loss of the first two sets and his first serve on the third set, he finally found his Zone, his best operating ways. He outclassed Nadal for eight games in a row.
On Monday, he was still looking for it. The perfection he had achieved on Sunday was gone, his confidence waning and his attempts to glory futile, his double fault to end the match a sample of his struggling ways.
Never mind that Nadal has a dodged determination to ground you into the ground. His topspin deliveries make life miserable unless you are a Zen Master and in a Zone of your own.
What happens to top players that makes them so feeble and distant, apparently, from their achieved heights?
For one, the Zone is so delicate, so pure, that the player reaches it when least expected. Secondly, staying on it is a matter of calmness, serenity, a somewhat godly state.
Those who understand the Zone and don’t violate its rules are in it more often.
Those who rely on thinking, on expressing rough emotions, on coming down to earth, loose the Zone more often than not.
It’s a matter of permission. Do you allow yourself to get emotional, to react instead of act?
Therefore, if you want the glory, on your emotional states, clamp down. No permission. You don’t even have to fight yourself. Just say no and don’t do it.
The rules of the Zone are simple, look, don’t think, stay calm. Execute your strokes with physical passion, but, as a spirit, as a person, stay serene.
Let time take it’s time.