How Djokovic Accidentally Created His Kryptonite

For nearly a decade, Novak Djokovic didn't just beat Stan Wawrinka. He broke him. Fourteen straight victories. Fourteen times he slammed the door shut. In every big match, in every high-pressure moment. Every time Stan got close, Djokovic was there to remind him who was in charge. But after one of the most painful defeats of his career, something clicked. I never believe in myself and after that match... That night, the talented but fragile Stan Wawrinka died. Stanimal was born. Then you go to a level which was higher than mine and you just... You were a better player. I don't know, for some reason you make me angry, man. How did a player who couldn't beat Djokovic for eight years suddenly become his kryptonite? It didn't start like most rivalries. Something felt off right from the start. Their first match, a final in UMAG, almost out of nowhere. In the first set tiebreak, Djokovic stops, hands on his chest, and just like that, it's over. Wawrinka picks up his first ATP title without even finishing the final. A few weeks later, Davis Cup in Geneva. Bigger stage, heavier pressure, everything on the line. Wawrinka takes control and leads two sets to one, looking rock solid. Djokovic fights back, levels the match, but the momentum feels broken. The match kept stopping again and again. The rhythm is gone. The tension builds. The Swiss crowd starts getting restless, and so does Roger Federer. I was just upset at Djokovic calling the trainer out for no obvious reason against my buddy Stan in a five-setter. I don't trust his injuries. I'm serious. I think he's a joke, you know, when it comes down to his injuries. That wasn't just frustration anymore. That was a public accusation. Somehow, Djokovic still wins it in five sets. They meet again in Vienna. Stan wins, but a year later, same city. In the final, Djokovic destroys him. Not even close. From that moment on, Wawrinka knew this wasn't just another opponent. This was a problem. And he had no idea how long it was going to last. At some point, it started to feel different, less like a rivalry, and more like the same story playing out every time. By 2008, this wasn't the same matchup anymore. Djokovic wasn't just good. He was becoming a serious force. Two Masters titles in 2007, world number three, and in 2008, a Grand Slam champion. The gap between them was real, and it was only growing. They meet again in Indian Wells, the head-to-head still level. Wawrinka pushed him all the way, clean hitting, high level. But Djokovic was simply better. And that was that. Next stop, Rome, a Masters 1000 final. Stan Wawrinka arrives unseeded, his first final at that level, and he plays like he belongs there. No nerves. He takes the first set, but over time, it starts to slip. The rallies grow longer, the pressure builds, and maybe just didn't have the experience for moments like this. Djokovic comes back, wins the match, takes the title. From that point on, it becomes inevitable. Masters 1000 after Masters 1000. Wawrinka raises his level, gets closer, pushes harder, and still comes up short. Every time, the rivalry tilts 10-2. It wasn't just the head-to-head. It was the feeling that no matter how well he played, he was always one step behind. The Swiss couldn't establish himself in the top 10, couldn't break through. He was always close, always promising, but never quite there. What do you need to do now to get back into that top 10? Oh, it's tough, it's not easy. You know, you can see a lot of players are really good here. I have to focus on my game and to get some more results. Then came their first Grand Slam meeting, US Open 2012, round of 16. Hopes were high, but it never really got going. Wawrinka wasn't fully fit. He was forced to walk away. The Swiss was still one of the most promising players on tour, but something was clearly missing. He was always knocking on the door, but never quite able to walk through it. I was like around 20 in the world. I was playing well, but always losing against the top player. Even if I had some opportunity, I was clearly mental. Then, tennis is a big puzzle. You need to put all the pieces together. But for me, it was clearly mental. But he would get there sooner than anyone expected. Australian Open 2013. Another year, another chance. On paper, nothing had changed. Djokovic was the clear favourite. Wawrinka was the talented underdog who always seemed to fall just short. But from the very first ball, something was different. Stan had always had the game. One of the most beautiful one-handed backhands the sport has ever seen. But he had never gone beyond the quarterfinals of a slam. All that talent, and still nothing big to show for it. That night in Melbourne, he came out with no fear, no hesitation. Just tennis. And right away, it showed. 6-1. In the second set, Wawrinka stays locked in and leads 5-3. Just one game away from a two sets lead. That's when it shifts. Djokovic fights back. 5-all. Wawrinka has chances, but can't convert. On the third opportunity, Djokovic breaks with fury and serves it out. One set all. Third set. Djokovic takes over, breaks early in the third, runs through a stretch of games, and suddenly, it looked like the same old story all over again. But this time, Wawrinka doesn't fade. He fights back, gets it to 4-all. Keeps pushing. Then, after a long rally, Djokovic lets out a huge roar. Break. 6-4. He's in control now, or so he thinks, because the fourth set belongs to Stan. Solid on serve, calm under pressure. The set goes to a tie break. One perfect backhand down the line later, and the set was his. Djokovic rattled. Two sets all. Now it's Wawrinka roaring for the first time he truly believes. Yeah, that was, for me, one of my most important matches. The first time ever that I really realised that I was able to fight with the number one, the best player in the world. I never believed in myself, and after that match, it took me a few months to really realise that maybe if I find a way to push a little bit more, to do that little extra, I will have some chance to beat the top players. Fifth set. They trade breaks early, and from there, it turns into something else entirely. Djokovic at his best had everything. Movement, defence, control. The complete player. But Wawrinka is right there with him, playing the world number one at his own level. Games go by. Break points appear on both sides. Neither takes them. 4-all. A game that feels endless. Wawrinka gets his chances. 1, 2, 3, 4 break points. Djokovic saves them all. And from that moment, everything tightens. No more openings, no more chances. Just two players refusing to blink. 6-all, 8-all, 10-all. No tie-break, just pressure. And the Swiss knows it. He has to keep holding. One slip, and it's over. 11-10 Djokovic. Stan Wawrinka serving. 40-15. Looks routine. Just another hold. But then, two backhand errors. Deuce. The crowd murmurs. Everyone feels it. This is where champions take over. Big return from Djokovic. Passing shot with a little help from the net cord. Match point. Wawrinka doesn't panic. A big serve. Deuce again. Another match point. Long rally. Backhand down the line. The stadium rises. Deuce. Serve and open court. Still alive. Another chance to level at 11. Gone. After five hours, they're still out there. Still running. Still finding something. This time, a forehand down the line gives the Swiss the advantage. But on the very next point, the backhand sails long. Deuce again. And then, one last error. Match point again. And this time, one of the greatest match-winning points in tennis history. Absolutely astonishing. Djokovic seals it with a stunning cross-court passing shot. It's over. To be honest, I really don't know how I won certain matches. I cannot explain it. He deserved equally to be a winner of this match. How's your body feeling? My body feels great. I mean, it's only five hours, you know, of that match. Djokovic had stared into the abyss and somehow found a way to survive. He would go on to lift the trophy. For Stan Wawrinka, it was a loss. I was close to win, but I took that as a victory. It was really painful that night to lose against him because I was so close. It was the kind of loss that breaks most players but transforms the special ones. Because from that night in Melbourne, Wawrinka was never the same again. Stalin was born. Later that year, they would meet again. But this time, the stage was even bigger. US Open semifinals. Wawrinka's first ever major semifinal. And let it be clear, he earned it. He had just beaten the defending champion Andy Murray in straight sets. The Stanimal era had officially begun. I told my coach that I was looking for a little bit more confidence. Yeah, so far, I'm really happy with what I'm doing. Yeah, my confidence is really high this year. When I play my best tennis, I can beat almost everybody. On the other side of the net, Novak Djokovic, chasing a fourth straight US Open final. The hype was real, and the match lived up to it. Djokovic starts the match completely unrecognizable, broken twice in the first set. Wawrinka dictating from the baseline, firing passing shot after passing shot, keeping him pinned to the back of the court. 6-2, the second set. Different story. Not because Wawrinka drops his level, but because Djokovic finally wakes up. Cleaner forehands, fewer errors, stops gifting points. And slowly, he takes back control. It goes to a tiebreak, and there. Djokovic is simply better. One set all. The Swiss committed to playing freely with no fear at all. No hesitation, no overthinking, just swinging. And it shows. Forehand, backhand, flying off his racket. Clean, fast, fearless. 6-3, Wawrinka. Almost four hours on court. His mind, still there. His game, still there. But his body starts to betray him. He leaves the court, gets treatment, comes back. Djokovic smells blood immediately, takes the fourth set. No mercy, and sends it to a fifth. And suddenly, Djokovic was the one struggling. Early in the fifth, Novak Djokovic starts to look unsettled. He can't find the break, even with his body breaking down. Stanimal keeps coming, and you can feel it. He knows what's coming, if he lets him hang around. But in the end, Djokovic digs deep, finds the break, and closes out his place in the final. Well, you know, these matches is what we live for, what we practice for. I think it was obvious that Stan played more aggressive, and he played a better tennis overall. And I'm just so fortunate to be able to play my best tennis when I needed to. Wawrinka walks off the court, exhausted. Physically broken. It was again a tough match, tough loss. He's ******* strong, so congrats, Nelly. But for as long as his body held up, he had gone toe-to-toe with the best player in the world. And that meant something. The result was still the same, but something was shifting. Their next match, Djokovic wins again. ATP Finals, same story, same result. 14 consecutive losses. But deep down, you could tell something had changed. Stan closes the year inside the top 10 for the first time in his career. A new mentality, a new level. And 2014 is waiting, because the Stanimal mentality was about to pay off. 2014 was supposed to be just another year. Another chance that would probably end the same way. 14 straight losses against the same man. And no reason to believe this time would be any different. But Wawrinka wasn't losing sleep over it. You lost to him 14 times in a row. I don't know if you knew that going into the match. I know, I know, trust me, I know, but... You were 0-14. We all been there, we all been there. And I think to lose against Novak so many times is not a big problem, it's normal. Australian Open, quarter-finals. Same tournament, one year later. Djokovic wants no surprises. He comes out firing 6-2, a clear statement. A reminder of who was still in charge. We start the match, 6-2 for him. I'm like, Stan, come on, please do something better. Don't get killed in three sets. At least push, get the five then. Second set, a different Wawrinka shows up. Djokovic has to work for everything now. Three all, break point. Wawrinka absorbs the pressure. And then, a stunning backhand. Break. Stan closes it out and takes the set. One set all, third set. Djokovic has his moments, flashes of brilliance. But it's not enough. Not against this version of Stan. Wawrinka leads two sets to one. To go against him, I knew what I had to do against him. I need to go for it. You need to push him, you need to constantly fight. I'm not scared about the fitness fights against him. All those years was never the problem, more his game level and... Djokovic needs to change something. He comes to the net more, applies pressure. It works. 6-3. Two sets all, again. A fifth set. At the Australian Open, Djokovic's favourite tournament, three consecutive titles. In a fifth set, there's nowhere to hide. Djokovic breaks. 2-1. And the weight of history was pressing down on Wawrinka. Every memory, every reference pointed to the same outcome. Stan fighting. Stan losing. Stan fading against the man who owned him. But Wawrinka breaks back immediately. From there, neither gives an inch. Both playing from the baseline, grinding, battling, waiting for the other to blink. But the Swiss doesn't blink. He saves a break point with the longest rally of the match. 31 shots. Aces when he needs them. Holdings serve with ease. Playing with a calm that felt almost impossible, given everything at stake. I'm not scared about the fitness fights against him. All those years was never the problem, more his game level. Five all. The rain appears. Not a storm. Just enough to stop everything. Both players sitting courtside, waiting. Ball kids drying the court with towels. No words. No movement. Just silence. Then they resume. 8-7. Wawrinka returning to win the match. Two Djokovic balls into the net. 30 all. The crowd rising, roaring for the underdog. A short, awkward return from Wawrinka. The kind Djokovic puts away in his sleep. Somehow, he missed it. Match point. Djokovic's volley flies out. Match. Stan Wawrinka. 14 consecutive losses. Eight long years. And finally, he got him. He deserved this win today, and I congratulate him absolutely. There is nothing I can say. You know, I gave my best. Tonight, you won that match. How'd you do it? I'm really, really, really, really, really happy. We can see that. Novak, when he's playing his best, he's better than me, for sure. But now I'm gonna go for the ice bath for a long, long time. Days later, he walked onto the court for the Australian Open final against Rafael Nadal. After years of being the nearly man, Stan Wawrinka was a major champion. Never dreamed to win the Slam. It was never a goal. Winning, it's addictive. I'm a competitor, I want to win, so every time I can win something, I want more, more, more. So it didn't affect me at all mentally. It was the opposite. I wanted to push even myself more. But Djokovic had a memory, too, and a mentality like no other. They meet again at the ATP Finals. End of year, Djokovic had been waiting. 6-3, 6-love. And yet, Wawrinka could only smile. I lost in London final 6-0, 6-3. Like, I was enjoying to play him. Like, he has such a nice ball, such a clean ball. You feel like even if he destroy you, you're kind of happy because you look the perfect tennis player in front of you. Their next meeting would bring the Australian Open trilogy to an end. Three years, three Australian Opens, three meetings between these two men. In 2013, round of 16. In 2014, quarterfinals. And now, in 2015, the semifinals. Each time, one step further. Definitely not an easier thing to approach the match that was expected to be five-setter. Judging by the two matches that we had in the last two years, the people were creating such atmosphere and you could feel it on the court. You could cut the tension with a knife. There was something unresolved between them. When Djokovic lost his early lead and Wawrinka broke for 4-3, frustration cracked through. But it didn't last. Djokovic reset quickly, back to 4-all. Stan Wawrinka, now a Grand Slam champion, showed it. Saving two set points, forcing a tiebreak, and there. Novak Djokovic was simply on another level. 7-1. Second set. Wawrinka's backhand comes alive. One-handed. Explosive. Relentless. For the first time in the tournament, Djokovic drops a set. One set all. Third set. Djokovic jumps ahead. Three-love. Wawrinka fights back and levels the score. But once again, Djokovic finds another gear and breaks. 6-4. Locked in his own rhythm, so focused on the next point, he doesn't even realise he's won the set. He looks up, sees the scoreboard, and smiles. Fourth set. Djokovic carries the momentum. Two-love. The match rises. Longer rallies. Higher quality. Unbelievable shot-making under pressure. The crowd loves it. They want a fifth. And Wawrinka delivers. Winner after winner. He forced a fifth set. Again. There's a saying on tour, Djokovic never lets go. And this time, it shows. Early chance for Wawrinka. Break point. He misses it. And that was it. From that moment, Djokovic takes over completely. Sharp. Solid. Unshakeable. Control from the baseline. No mistakes. And that was enough. The Serb closes it out. Six-love. A brutal finish to the trilogy. Of course, it was not intentional from our side to play five sets, I'm sure. The battle was great, and there was fighting from both sides. And the only difference was that the fifth set went completely my way. But for the Swiss, that trilogy had taken everything out of him. Describe the match. Strange. Not the best, for sure. I don't know. Next question. I'm surprised we went five sets again, even if the last one was 10 minutes. I told my coach before the match, already yesterday, that I was mentally completely dead and no battery. But that battery was far from dead. It was about to come back stronger than ever, because their next meeting would be a grand slam final. Paris. The stage where history is written and where one trophy had always escaped him. For Novak Djokovic, this wasn't just another final. This was the final. The one he had chased for years. The one he had never won. But there was always one problem standing in his way. Rafael Nadal. Paris had an owner, and for many years, that owner wasn't Djokovic. Nadal had already destroyed Roger Federer's dream of a career grand slam. Three finals, three brutal losses. Now Djokovic was walking the exact same path. Two finals, two defeats, same opponent, same ending. But this year, something was different. Nadal wasn't there. For the first time, the door was wide open. The career grand slam. To become only the eighth man in history to win all four majors. The Serb had a date with history, and he very rarely missed. Djokovic arrived in Paris like a machine, perfectly tuned. 28 consecutive wins. 16-0 on clay. It means the world to me. Obviously, I've been preparing for probably the most important match of the year. Also, subconsciously thinking about it the entire year, I put myself in a position to fight for the trophy that I never won, and the trophy that I won so much. But on the other side of the net, stood a man ready to rewrite the script. Stan Warrenke. Really big for me, so I'm really, really happy. But again, I already played one final. I know the feeling. I'm ready for it. And from the very first ball, you could feel it. Long rallies. Brutal exchanges. At first, it leaned Djokovic's way. At three all, a double fault. A break to love. First set to Djokovic. But Warrenke didn't panic. He stuck to his plan. Aggressive. Fearless. Going for the lines. In the second set, that backhand started to wake up once it found its rhythm. It was devastating. He entered the zone. Shot after shot. Painting the lines. Djokovic slammed his racket in pure frustration. One set all. The crowd knew they were witnessing something special. That backhand wasn't just beautiful. It was lethal. And his forehand wasn't far behind. Third set. Warrenke breaks to love. 4-2. Fist pump. Filipe Chatria erupts. He saves a break point. Delivers one of the points of the match. And takes the set. 6-3. Fourth set. Djokovic pushes back. Three love. But the Swiss breaks right back. Three all. The tension was electric. Now every single point felt massive. Djokovic saves two break points. Almost match points. With pure anger. Next game. Warrenke serving. Now the Swiss facing three break points. Novak Djokovic had three opportunities to break and serve for the fifth set. Stan erases them all. The last one with a massive serve on the line. Good. And it's a late call, Novak. Four all. Then the level went even higher. That backhand again. Relentless. Unbelievable how many big shots he could hit in a row. Every single rally felt like it could end on the very next shot. Pure spectacle. Warrenke breaks. One game away from a second Grand Slam title. 40-30. Match point. Djokovic saves it. Gets a break point with help from the net. But under pressure, he misses wide. Deuce. One final serve. No return. Second match point. And then, the signature shot. Backhand down the line. Game. Set. Match. Stan Warrenke wins the 2015 French Open. That wasn't just a victory. That was one of the highest levels this sport has ever seen. A sniper. Pulling the trigger on every single point. When was the match you lost and you were the most angry going out? Well, one of them was with you. Roland Garros Finals in 15. But why you were angry? I don't know. For some reason you make me angry, man. Oh, come on. You completely changed my game. You guys can leave a little bit from the other, so please. Right after the match, I just want to be left alone. Yeah, I just have to go through my process. You know, just... blow some steam out. I played the match of my life. And he did. Because that day, Stan Warrenke didn't just beat Novak Djokovic. He had just cracked 10 years of total dominance wide open for 10 long years. Only the big four had been winning Grand Slams. Everyone else? A one-hit wonder. No one had managed to win two. But Warrenke had. A few years earlier, something had clicked for the Swiss. A crucial change that allowed him to unlock the very best version of himself. But why you're better now at 30 than you've ever been in your life? I'm lucky to have a great team around me. It make me believe it changed few things, few little thing in my game. But more, it was more the mental part. When I go on court now, I know I can beat the top player. Before, I never did it. I'm playing my best tennis at 30 now. And if he kept playing at this level, he wasn't just knocking on the door of the greats. He was kicking it down. Djokovic would win their next two meetings, but the story wasn't over. Because destiny had one more Grand Slam final waiting for them. Stanimal was no longer a myth. He was real. Stanimal, what's happening? Two Grand Slams already in his pocket. And this time, he wasn't the underdog anymore. New York, 2016. Wawrinka arrived as world number three. A legitimate threat. A real contender. A big challenge, playing Novak here, number one player in the world. It's the best challenge you can have in tennis in the Grand Slam final. I think I watched the last 10 years final here at US Open, so I'm really happy to be on the court today. On the other side, Novak Djokovic. World number one. Defending champion. More experienced. More efficient. He had spent nearly eight hours less on court to reach the final. His 21st Grand Slam final. But he knew exactly who he was facing. You've called Stan a big match player. What's the biggest challenge he presents? Well, I think the fact that he plays really his best tennis when it's most needed. So I'm sure he's very motivated to play well in his first US Open finals. What's the question you most need to answer today? Who's going to win, I guess. That's the biggest question. It was time to find out. Djokovic comes out sharp. Deep returns. Clean movement. Giving nothing away. A brutal defensive rally earns him the early break. Three love. But slowly, Wawrinka starts finding his rhythm. The forehand grows heavier. The ball starts exploding off his strings. Serving for the set at 5-3. Djokovic hands the break right back with a double fault. The door cracks open. Tie break. Djokovic jumps to two love. The Swiss wins one of the points of the match. Wawrinka celebrates, but it doesn't matter. He wins just one point in the entire tie break. First set. Djokovic. Second set. Wawrinka had spent the first set searching. Now he finds it. 2-1. Break point. And again. Backhand down the line. Break. 3-1. That shot started living rent-free in Novak's head. Djokovic fights back. Levels the set. But now both wings are firing for Stan. Forehand. Backhand. Relentless. 5-4. Wawrinka. Returning for the set. Another forehand down the line. Two set points. Djokovic saves the first. But on the second, he cracks. Unforced error. One break point, one point at that moment can completely turn the match. So sometimes you think too much about the future and not the moment. Set Wawrinka. One set all. The crowd feeds Stan energy. Djokovic starts fighting himself. In the third set, the serve is unusually shaky at the net. Wawrinka takes advantage and breaks early. Three love. Confidence surging. Djokovic, as always, claws his way back. Three all. Serving to force a tiebreak. The pressure gets to him. Backhand error from Djokovic. Massive forehand from Stan. Set Wawrinka. And now, something is clear. Djokovic isn't playing badly. He's being outplayed. The only way to beat prime Djokovic is to hit straight through him. And that's exactly what Stan is doing. That one-handed backhand might be one of the most dangerous shots in the history of this sport. Early in the fourth set, something unexpected happens. Djokovic starts to fade physically. Not all at once, but enough to feel it. A step slower. A little heavier. Wawrinka sees it. Early break for the Swiss. Three love. This time, there is no comeback. Just control. Five-three. Wawrinka serving for the match. Djokovic gives one last push. A flicker of hope. Love 30. But his body won't respond anymore. Stan holds. Stan Wawrinka wins the 2016 US Open. No explosion. No chaos. Just calm. Focused. Almost unreal. You had an extended moment with him at the net, and an embrace. What did you two share? I cannot tell you that. You were a more courageous player in the decisive moment, and he's a great champion, and he just deserves to win this title. Well done, man. When was the match you lost and you were the most angry going out? Well, one of them was with you, Roland Garros finals in 15. Another one was probably also with you, 16 in New York. I don't know, for some reason, you make me angry, man. I'm coming. Why you get angry? Because you think you played bad? Look, both of the matches that I lost to you in finals, I felt that it was a very similar trajectory of the match. I started well. I won first set in both of the matches. And then some close games, pretty even in the second set where result was kind of here and there, didn't lose my chances, and that's where you pick up. And then you go to a level which was higher than mine, and you just, you were better player, and you won against me. So I was not upset with the way I've played, because if you just overplay me, if you're just better, that's it. I cannot be too upset because of that. But I was upset with myself that I repeat the same thing twice, that I allowed you to take momentum and the control of the match. And I feel like I had the opportunities in both second set of both finals to just win the second set, and then probably the match, there will be a much higher chance for me to win with being two sets up. That's how high the level was. This wasn't luck. This wasn't a fluke. This was a different kind of player entirely. Before the match, Novak said repeatedly that you're a big match player. You've now won your last 11 finals in a row. Two Grand Slam finals against Djokovic, two wins. On the biggest stages, Stan Wawrinka had become Novak Djokovic's kryptonite. And the rivalry, it still wasn't over. They wouldn't face each other again for three years. By then, everything had changed. A knee surgery, time away from the game, the body no longer the same. The last one in 2017, when you got such a big surgery, later in my career, when I'm closer from the end, but in the same time, I was at my best level that I never had, was mentally tough to really accept it and to do the work I needed, especially because there's a lot of question mark. If my knee will handle that surgery and if I was gonna be able to come back. So that was the toughest part. Still, he fought his way back, trying to find his way back among the best. US Open 2019, round of 16. The magic had faded. Djokovic was dealing with a shoulder issue and the match never really came alive. It ended quietly, almost anticlimactic. They met again in Rome and then at Wimbledon, their first ever meeting on grass. But by then, that wasn't Stanimal anymore. The Stanimal era was officially over. When the big three made greatness look endless, what Stan Wawrinka did felt almost unreal. Because his peak wasn't built to last forever, it was built to burn bright. Most underrated player I ever faced. I mean, Wawrinka, I think he's very underappreciated and underrated, considering he's a three-time Grand Slam champion. I think people very oftentimes forget about him and what he has achieved. He has achieved more than 90 plus percent of the players ever in the history of the game. I'm also ready to practice here. I brought the racquet and the balls. So if you're ready, I'm happy to play virtual tennis with you. Is that French Open ball? No, that's actually Australian Open 2013. The one you remember, 12-10. How did you know? This one I don't remember. One of the many I don't remember, unfortunately. Exactly. Yeah, Roland Garros, I only remember the 16th. 15th, I think I played finals, but I don't know what happened that day. You played that year? I think I did play. Oh, really? Oh, you were the funny guy with that crazy shorts. Hey, be careful. Hey, be careful, because it's there. I knew it, man.