What a crazy night of tennis! Penny for the thoughts of Dominic Thiem about now.
Massive performances, uncontrollable emotion and unbelievable upsets. And that was just Lucie Safarova, playing one of the best matches of her life, and Barbora Strycova, fighting with everything she had, combining to take down Serena and Venus for the first time in Olympic Doubles history. They weren't at their best - Venus had been struggling for weeks with her serve, but tonight her sister's was often slower, and both were poor at the net - but they rarely ever need to be. The wild celebrations from the Czechs at the end said it all.
Then Andre Sa and Thomaz Bellucci took out Andy and Jamie Murray 16-14 in one of the most dramatic tie-breaks I have ever seen. Andre Sa is 39 and ranked 60 in the world in Doubles, but he was the best player on the court when it mattered. There were nerves. But there was also a standard of net play that defied belief, the reactions and hand skills of all four men spellbinding. 6 match points came and went, outrageous defence from the Murrays at the net fending them off, and multiple set points were defended, with Bellucci refusing to back down on his forehand after it had twice failed him. Eventually Sa played two superb first serves and nailed a strong return, only for a freakish net cord to end the tie-break as Bellucci's pass sailed over a helpless, raging Andy Murray. He struggled to hold back tears at the defeat, knowing he and his brother would surely never share Olympic glory, as the home crowd saluted the incredible efforts of their men. But that was not the only, nor even the biggest dream, to die on a wild, windy night...
Del Potro's returned to the tour for several months, but while he beat Wawrinka in a surprisingly poor quality match at Wimbledon, he hasn't really been back. He is now. You'd think his massive cuts on his forehand were lucky, until you see him do it for two and a half hours against probably the best defender tennis has ever known, and make them again and again. And yet, still, when Djokovic fended off a huge assault from the Argentine at 4-5*, precision serving getting him back to evens, I thought he would not be able to sustain the level. When the tie-break came around he didn't. He found some absurd level even beyond that which had battered Novak off the baseline. He played running forehand passes on the full stretch, pancake flat, and they were unerring. He hit a backhand pass off a net cord which defied description, curving cruelling away to the sideline as Novak hopelessly closed down the net. Most incredibly of all, he stayed with Djokovic in the rallies, comfortably trading backhands despite it supposedly being a glaring weakness the top players would feast on. His slice didn't seem desperate, but probing, pulling his opponent away to create space for his mammoth right hooks.
The two men's respect for each other was apparent in their embrance at the net, but their tears afterward could not have been more different. Djokovic knew his chance to win Gold in Men's Singles had likely gone for good, while Del Potro looked up to see, as well as his countrymen, crowds of Brazilians cheering wildly for an Argentine who'd been gone too long for his nationality to matter. He knew he was back and now everyone knows.