Federer walked through the hallowed grounds of the Centre Court, a sense of destiny pulled him towards an almost immovable object. Djokovic stood on his side of the net, his racquet held intensely in his right hand...the cold stern look piercing daggers at his rival. Federer revealed his racquet, and walked cautiously to the net. "I've been waiting for your Roger," Novak stated, "We meet again, at last...The circle is now complete." The defiant Serbian referred to the fact that he and Roger will now have played the semis of all four slams. Roger swung the racquet around, loosening up his shoulder, whilst Novak looked on. "When I left you, I was but the learner." Novak referred to their first slam encounter that he lost in straight sets "But now I am the Master." "Only a Master of evil Novak." Roger replied. Roger hit a first serve that Novak pounced on like a tiger. "Your powers are weak Old Man." Novak cursed. "You can't win Novak," Roger stated. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." Novak narrowed his eyes, as he got ready to receive another serve. "You should not have come back."