He didn’t even need to drive them out: He did not really let them in. He kept them away, closing every gap of the mind. Diruming them even on the other side of the network: this time the ghosts saw them Carlitos. We are faced with one of the greatest triumphs in the history of Italian sport. It is completely useless to identify traces of equal stature, we all imagine them: from the world championships to the companies of the abbagnale brothers, from the Olympic golden golds to the successes of planetary value of the great swimmers or 100 meters of Jacobs to the Olympics. And we stop here because it would make no sense to go further.
But Wimbledon is special. Because no Italian had ever approached to be able to conquer it. In more than a century of Championship history only Matteo Berrettini had played a final, but in front of him he had had to bow to an unattainable Djokovic. Adriano Panatta in 1979 stopped in the quarterfinals, as a super favorite, crashing into a French Carneade, this Pat Duprè.
Sinner’s triumph is wonderful and crystal clear. Lost the first set for an empty passage (from 4-2 to 4-6), Jannik immediately brought to his head in the second partial closed 6-4. Still ahead in the third and fourth, the South Tyrolean closed the match by rejecting the last desperate attempts of Carlitos to return to the game.
The keys of the comparison were three: the high percentages of first service balls in the three sets brought home; the robust answers to the service of the Spaniard forced to accelerate the second blow; The reverse length often used to move Carlitos to the right and close from the opposite side or collect the point on the net.
It is clear that you have to do everything perfectly to prevail over a tennis player like Alcaraz, even as you are called to go beyond your limits, and this time the donut has succeeded with the hole. Jannik won his fourth Slam on five finals played in the majors. Roland Garros we know how he escaped him, hence the fear of seeing the ghosts of that atrocious defeat, who dig in the body and mind hovering on the London center. Jannik has once again shown a superhuman psychological force: he did not fear the opponent, still left favorite, he faced him with a face open in the center of the ring by leveraging his blows.
This triumph in one shot erases all bitterness: It is a liberating scream in front of the world. Not only and not so much for the defeat in the last act of Roland Garros, but for that affair of the clostebol that cost him the planetary hell and the plea bargain of three months of suspension after the Australian Open, which he had dominated.
We have gone through various tennis ages, seeing raising the most noble trophies to Swedes, Argentines, Americans, Germans, Swiss and splendid specimens of Eastern European. Now it’s up to us, Italians, and almost hardly believe it. We have a Martian at homewho also seems to be an infinite boy good education. Enjoy it, it’s our turn.