The singular science of Novak Djokovic.
The Melbourne sun was still undecided that January evening in 2020, pouring a half-light over Rod Laver Arena when Novak Djokovic lifted his chin to the rafters and spread his arms as though he were balancing the planet on two forehands. The gesture, a modest crucifix rather than a roar, explained in one silhouette why the Serb from the Banjica hills has bent tennis to his will for nearly two decades.
He began on courts that rattled each time a Belgrade tram changed gear, taught by Jelena Genčić—a former Partizan goalkeeper who would pause rallies so her pupil could listen to Tchaikovsky and learn the tempo of a perfect backswing. Later, an adolescent Djokovic would shovel snow from Kopaonik’s ski-resort courts just to hit serves into the wind. Those unromantic winters carved the reflex that still defines him: the slide that starts on one foot and ends in the taciturn splits, as if the baseline were a tightrope and gravity merely a rumour.
Over time the résumé fattened: Grand Slam No. 24 tucked away in New York’s late-summer heat; seven season-ending Masters held aloft like winter lanterns; the lattice of 40 Masters 1000 trophies resting on mantelpieces in Monte Carlo, Madrid, Miami. Add the Olympic gold that eluded him until Paris, the Davis Cup of 2010 that turned Belgrade into a siren’s choir, and the ATP Cup stitched with Balkan pride. Yet the statistic that sings loudest is 428 weeks at world No. 1, enough to mark a generation—children have been born, mispronounced “backhand down-the-line,” and started school while Djokovic remained the centre of orbit.
Anecdotes abound. During Wimbledon 2013 he practised on a side court, volleying barefoot to “feel the grass breathing,” he said, because shoes masked the blade length. At Roland-Garros 2021 he downed a mug of warm water lemon at 1 a.m., claiming it resets the vagus nerve, then returned to Centre Court for shadow swings in total darkness. In Adelaide he once played a practice set left-handed against a startled junior to remind himself “tennis is geometry, not destiny.”
He is also the sport’s greatest counter-punching psychologist. Walkabout yells? He cups an ear, pulls them closer. Booing in Rome? He bows like a conductor coaxing a better pitch. Against Federer in the 2019 Wimbledon final—match points ticking like metronomes—he retreated into the hum of mindfulness, imagining his childhood bedroom wall where a poster of Pete Sampras once hung. That vision steadied the hand that stroked the return winner past the Swiss legend.
The photograph before you condenses that long voyage into one lean frame: arms raised, eyes skyward, sweat a quiet confetti—an Australian Open print crystallised in triumph. Hang this Novak Djokovic print above your desk or in the calmest corner of your living room and watch routine doubts retreat. It is more than a tennis poster; it is a memo from the sport’s modern cartographer who redrew every continent of possibility. Own this slice of tennis wall art today and let the room echo with the certainty of a champion who, even at the summit, still looks up for higher ground.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
The singular science of Novak Djokovic.
The Melbourne sun was still undecided that January evening in 2020, pouring a half-light over Rod Laver Arena when Novak Djokovic lifted his chin to the rafters and spread his arms as though he were balancing the planet on two forehands. The gesture, a modest crucifix rather than a roar, explained in one silhouette why the Serb from the Banjica hills has bent tennis to his will for nearly two decades.
He began on courts that rattled each time a Belgrade tram changed gear, taught by Jelena Genčić—a former Partizan goalkeeper who would pause rallies so her pupil could listen to Tchaikovsky and learn the tempo of a perfect backswing. Later, an adolescent Djokovic would shovel snow from Kopaonik’s ski-resort courts just to hit serves into the wind. Those unromantic winters carved the reflex that still defines him: the slide that starts on one foot and ends in the taciturn splits, as if the baseline were a tightrope and gravity merely a rumour.
Over time the résumé fattened: Grand Slam No. 24 tucked away in New York’s late-summer heat; seven season-ending Masters held aloft like winter lanterns; the lattice of 40 Masters 1000 trophies resting on mantelpieces in Monte Carlo, Madrid, Miami. Add the Olympic gold that eluded him until Paris, the Davis Cup of 2010 that turned Belgrade into a siren’s choir, and the ATP Cup stitched with Balkan pride. Yet the statistic that sings loudest is 428 weeks at world No. 1, enough to mark a generation—children have been born, mispronounced “backhand down-the-line,” and started school while Djokovic remained the centre of orbit.
Anecdotes abound. During Wimbledon 2013 he practised on a side court, volleying barefoot to “feel the grass breathing,” he said, because shoes masked the blade length. At Roland-Garros 2021 he downed a mug of warm water lemon at 1 a.m., claiming it resets the vagus nerve, then returned to Centre Court for shadow swings in total darkness. In Adelaide he once played a practice set left-handed against a startled junior to remind himself “tennis is geometry, not destiny.”
He is also the sport’s greatest counter-punching psychologist. Walkabout yells? He cups an ear, pulls them closer. Booing in Rome? He bows like a conductor coaxing a better pitch. Against Federer in the 2019 Wimbledon final—match points ticking like metronomes—he retreated into the hum of mindfulness, imagining his childhood bedroom wall where a poster of Pete Sampras once hung. That vision steadied the hand that stroked the return winner past the Swiss legend.
The photograph before you condenses that long voyage into one lean frame: arms raised, eyes skyward, sweat a quiet confetti—an Australian Open print crystallised in triumph. Hang this Novak Djokovic print above your desk or in the calmest corner of your living room and watch routine doubts retreat. It is more than a tennis poster; it is a memo from the sport’s modern cartographer who redrew every continent of possibility. Own this slice of tennis wall art today and let the room echo with the certainty of a champion who, even at the summit, still looks up for higher ground.
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➤ ABOUT THE PRINT
Each artwork is professionally printed on gallery quality matte paper which perfectly compliments the designs using only archival inks. The high print quality ensure that your wall print will last a long time while maintaining its original color.
Premium Matte Paper: 200 gsm, premium quality, matte finish
Shipped in a stiff cardboard tube (100% recyclable, 90% recycled)
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➤ HOW TO ORDER
Simply purchase the listing in your desired size.
Sizes:
A3 (297 X 420 mm / 11.7 X 16.5 in)
A2 (420 x 594 mm / 16.5 x 23.4 in)
A1 (594 x 841 mm / 23.4 x 33.1 in)
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➤ PLEASE NOTE: FRAME IS NOT INCLUDED
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➤ ADDITIONAL
If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact us.
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