I nearly blew it...
It was a long night, and towards the end I dozed off, sure that Djokovic would win the match.
Just as well I woke up about half an hour before the end!
There was Djokovic... looking and playing like the walking dead. I said to myself (I frequently have long discussions with myself) "That boy needs some energy." So I telepathically started sending him mega-amps of the stuff.
And it worked. The boy started picking up almost immediately. Even the commentators were saying things like "Where is he getting the energy from!"
And that, dear readers, is how I won the Australian Open. Modesty demands I acknowledge that Djokovic played a small part, and I happily do so.
Well done, Djokovic !!!