There is Juan Carlos Ferrero urging his player, urging him to give a little more even though he is already ahead, up a set. The coach believes that the boy can, and insists from the boxes, over and over again: “A little more continuity in intensity. “All the time, man!”, demands the coach on this windy and cold Sunday, rather unpleasant for tennis practice and preceded by Swiatek’s vertigo, double donut the Polish one, and the night before Novak Djokovic’s howl. It is unknown where the Serbian will start, but the real ramps arrive, this very open Roland Garros begins to be defined and both sides position themselves; number one sufferer, emergent the Murcian, who before Felix Auger-Aliassime acts as the dedicated disciple: listens, attends and exercises: okay, Juanki, there I go, straight from start to finish. 6-3, 6-3 and 6-1, in 2h 19m. Another dose of optimism. It’s already flying over the rooms.
Redeemed two days before, when he once again uncovered the jar of essences and rediscovered himself with a magnificent performance against Sebastian Korda, the one from El Palmar maintains his inertia and enjoys himself again, electric on his legs and inspired by the definition. He once again shows off his skills in the drop shot, covers the court thoroughly and puts pressure on the Canadian from the first to the last set, expansive and harassing, preventing things from going wrong in the slightest; He got confused in the second season and righted himself with virtuosity in the third, which finds continuity in this fourth against a rival with both potential and disorientation, because Auger-Aliassime, all doubts, too inhibited in recent times, not only does he not progress but it stagnates. Ideal, therefore, to reinforce the good dynamics and recharge the tank of confidence, which was not abundant and today is at a golden price in this indecipherable present.
“If you put the second buzz in it, eh? “Zumbale!”, insists Ferrero, a demanding and tenacious guy, and here, says the prosaic motto of the Chatrier tribune, victory belongs to those who fight it, to those who go and go without stopping, to those who fight for it, to those who go and go without stopping, to those who want it. He has changed the withered gesture of arrival at this Roland Garros for that other one in which the teeth grind, in which hunger is detected and in which the gaze sharpens, synonymous with will. Of desire. And the latter moves the world, tennis is no stranger. Talent requires libido and also conviction. Alcaraz is 21 years old, and uncertainty and fears are unavoidable elements in the journey, but the fear that his right forearm may suffer is disappearing and his tennis ronaldinhiano and hedonistic is recovering the verve, the sparkle and the notes of color, so different and so plastic for the entire eye.
Those who know say it, McEnroe, rocker and entertainer, voice of Eurosport, enjoys it. In the middle of flat earthing current, a rollercoaster ride. Spanish is something different, fresh, different. And the Paris public, always restless, eagerly awaits him. “Carlos is a unique individual. He is exciting, the most fun to watch, the most athletic, he has more game than anyone he has seen his age,” the American praises him; He “he can do anything; In fact, since he can do everything, sometimes he tries the extraordinary and the spectacular, instead of looking for the high percentage, but I think that as his career progresses he will begin to regress a little, because he wants to excite the public and give back what he It costs entry, and sometimes you could win more easily. But I love watching this guy play. He is electric, he is incredible for this sport.”
And in the midst of this welcome progress, good old Auger-Aliassime’s back hurts, he does what he can—massages his lower back—and ends up bowing down in silence. She tries, but it’s a pipe dream. Headache at the beginning, when the one from El Palmar put his head in the elite, the distance between him (23 years old) and Alcaraz is very great today. The Canadian has 34 winners, who receives a severe slam the only time he tries to knock the door down; 16 options break The winner is sought, who sees the Greek Stefanos Tsitsipas, the superior opponent, on Tuesday’s scale. The slightest relaxation is not allowed. “Let things happen, let things happen!” Ferrero continues when the score already reflects 5-0 in the last set, and the young tennis player traces the closing of the previous round, a warm volley, another step forward. More happiness.
“I think it’s your time,” Frenchwoman Marion Bartoli, 2013 Wimbledon champion, tells him at the foot of the court, that two-handed forehand. “I have played very concentrated, without ups and downs. “I feel better and better,” he responds, simplifying to explain the upturn in the game: “I believe in myself.”
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