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What’s Going on With Novak Djokovic?

He’s perhaps the most confounding player the game has ever seen—and he enters the Wimbledon draw after emerging from one of the coldest stretches of his 15-year career.
Source: Tony O'Brien / Reuters

True loyalty in men’s tennis tends to cut one of two ways: You’re either with Roger Federer, or you’re on the Rafael Nadal bandwagon. Together, the Swiss and the Spaniard have ruled for the better part of the past 15 years, cowing all challengers while making their genial domination something well worth cheering for—those plucky underdogs be damned. Each time Federer and Nadal reach the finals of a Grand Slam, whether pitted against mere mortals or each other in yet another titanic clash, the race for the title of greatest tennis player of all time draws evermore narrow.

After collecting his 11th French Open crown earlier in June, Nadal now has 17 career major singles titles to Federer’s 20. Between Nadal’s edge in age (he’s four years younger than Federer) and Federer’s upper hand on playing surfaces that aren’t clay (where Rafa is king), there’s little telling who might come out on top when they call time on their epic careers. So it figures that their respective supporters would

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