There were two pieces of history created on the Centre Court at Wimbledon Sunday.
First, the weather -- it was actually warm in London, with temperatures going well past 30 degrees Celsius (86F) and the sun baking the players in all their glory.
Second, of course, Andy Murray became the first British men's singles champion since 1936, taking away 77 years of pain and agony for the wonderful home crowd.
This was supposed to be a match between two baseliners at the peak of their game, and for over three hours it was that and much more.
However, while Djokovic was his usual counterpunching best (even if it might not have been the best we have seen from the Serbian), Murray was almost superhuman. The Brit rarely put a foot wrong, and every time he found himself under the gun, he found a way to claw back - the ultimate mark of a true champion.
Djokovic has been the best big-match player over the last couple of years, and on Sunday, the Serbian world number one just did not have answers to the terrific ability of the Brit.
Hit as many balls into the corners of the court as he may, Murray always got the ball back, pushing his opponent to make yet another difficult shot, and then one more, and one more.
Murray's running in the final was almost Nadalesque - in fact Rafa would have been sitting in front of the TV somewhere in Majorca wondering even if he could have reached some of the balls that Murray did with scary regularity throughout the epic final.
Sometimes, no matter what you do, you cannot change destiny. And it is difficult to not but wonder that Murray was supposed to win this Wimbledon title here and now and all the forces of nature had conspired to make sure that it would happen.
The loss to Roger Federer in the final last year was perhaps the best thing that could have happened to Murray. Why? Because it made the 26-year-old realize he needed to go up another level to compete with the best and come up trumps when it matters most.
Federer and Nadal have been doing it for years, with Djokovic finding his mojo in the last 2-3 seasons. Now it was Murray's turn to stand up and be counted and prove to everyone that he truly belonged in the exalted company of the other three.
The London Olympics was the first taste of what is to come from the irrepressible Brit - to absolutely annihilate Federer takes some doing - only Nadal has managed it over the past decade or so.
Then came the U.S. Open and Britain's wait for their first Major winner in a long long time.
The Australian Open would have made it three big titles in three - Djokovic was just too good though on the hard courts of Melbourne.
Then Murray made the decision, which perhaps, gave him the best possible opportunity to be at his best for Wimbledon - he decided to withdraw from the French Open due to a back problem.
Everyone knew there was no way Murray was going to win the French championships this year and the decision to take a break has clearly worked wonders.
There were a couple of hiccups on the way to the final - none more so than the quarterfinal against Fernando Verdasco, where Murray came back from two sets down to go through - that was possibly the biggest sign that Murray was finally ready to lift that wonderfully glinting golden cup.
The final was a slugfest between two of the biggest hitters in the game. Djokovic gave it everything he had, and pretty much every single time, he found the ball coming back at him with interest.
Even the drop shots, that usually work so well for the world number one, was of no use - Murray got to almost every single one.
Last year, when Djokovic lost to Federer, he had a bit of a bemused look about him, like he was still trying to figure out what had just hit him, such was the Swiss great's dominance.
On Sunday, the look was not too dissimilar. He had thrown everything, including the kitchen sink, at Murray, and still had come out on the losing end, and that too in straight sets.
Djokovic will no doubt win a lot more majors before he decides to call time on his career, but Wimbledon 2013 was always going to be Murray's to lose, particularly with Nadal and Federer making early exits.
And what a wonderful feeling for the partisan crowd at centre court and the thousands cheering their hearts out at Picnic/Henman Hill (Surely it has to be officially named Murray Hill now) to see history being made before their very eyes.
Everyone in Britain can now breathe a huge and contented sigh of relief; the ghost of Fred Perry has finally been laid to rest. Arise (Sir) Andy Murray!
