The cross upstairs of Jannik Sinner, his nth crispy and perfect shooting, rounds the second rank of number one in Melbourne and confirms the suspected: he is the owner of the moment. The question is, how long will it last? Is it possible to sustain this diligent step? Can Carlos Alcaraz or any intrepid novel stop this parade that is directed towards the routine? The Italian (6-3, 7-6 (4) and 6-3, in 2h 42m) the bush of hair and then comforts Alexander Zverev, from stick in stick that of Hamburg: three great finals, three painful defeats. Exactly the same champion’s count, but in reverse, so that he already matches Arthur Ashe, Jan Kodes, GUGA Kuerten, Andy Murray and Stanislas Wawrinka, three Majors By all of them, and one is placed on the Murcian, watching it through television. Waiting for the Deportivo Arbitration Court (TAS) to decide in April about the Episode of Clostebol, the winner follows his own: Intratable.
Behind is already his compatriot Nicola Pietrangelli, two large heartures, and ahead appears for the rest the very difficult mission of fixing the limit. He, 23 years; Zverev, in the direction of the 28, is still without the desired bite. It is an injured giant, a generation born for punishment. It shrinks with arms. “Jannik, you’re too good. I have had no option, ”the number two in the world is inclined. “I think we are doing a good job, but I am not good enough, simply that,” the Torreón is sincere, who has tried the master glory, that of the 1000 Masters, the Olympic sky. Not that of a Major. “Keep trusting in your possibilities, we all believe that one day you will raise one of these. Keep working, ”he recommends Sinner, Estajanovista de Manual, crowned after two weeks in which beyond a couple of physical episodes, he has not found sufficient opposition. The brooch is still identical parameters, in a straight line for him. There are no turns, but a closed gate to lime and singing.
The first balls fly and it is said that this smells like Enredo and that it may go for long. Because there is this firm Zverev, transmitting to the Italian that the melee will not shy Long distance from which Melbourne has enjoyed so much, not missing legs or lungs. Not this time. A physical leap is appreciated, but Sinner’s are major words. He, praise the cadence, like the unmatched indurain in those timely counterrelojes, marks the passage and proposes the course of the point; Few or no one follows. 40 minutes have elapsed, there have barely resolved seven games and the German solves the first alert situations with several marking serves of the house, but the balance is undoing. A mariachi shout sounds and the chicken flighted by the stands circulates, anxious to know and check: Will there really battle?
The thread breaks. Sinner squeezes strong and begins to drown, and the apparent consistency of the rival is crumbled cold and dry, in the purest Italian style; Pure tennis-control, sustained speed, Renaissance harmony in that way of moving, floating, maneuvering, accelerating and impacting, what barbarity; Take out the Escobón and sweep from one side to another, he delineate him, pulling perfect trajectories and shaving the crown of the network again and again, precise and millimeter today like none; He is the last robot, a Borg, an Lendl, a Djokovic, gradually integrating into that line of champions that enter trance and do not give anything. It could be like this days and days. The ball, his world. Your home. Seen the episodes in the direction of the final, it remained to verify how his body would respond, resent one day for heat and fatigue, and another by the cramps. Today, however, it flows, percounts and enjoys the task, comfortably installed on the pleasant afternoon of Melbourne, neither cold nor heat; 21 neutral degrees. Ideal framework for punishment.
No ‘break’ option
A slight breeze blows that does not alter the flight of the ball, so in that friendly context for the game, all that precision and that accuracy of its mechanical tennis and groundbreaking reach its maximum expression. GameSinner, shoot the chair judge. With the breakage of the eighth game, the number one opts the first manga and maintains the tone in the second, without remission, without once the door to a resilient zverev that, despite the delicate of the situation and of that inner anguish and of that internal anguish That inevitably is growing and threatening him, he does not amilana or returns his face or loses the color. Here you have me, Jannik. You’re going to have it to curd it. The German whole here. Walk on a fine wire, while journalists from their country – you had breeds and torsos of Heracles– They observe and imagine their boy triumphing for the first time, and that would give them a vidilla that they long for since the distant times of Becker.
Mere illusion. In the tiebreaker, the Corrosive proposal of the Italian ends again to take effect and, as if that were not enough, everything conspires in his favor: the lifted right hit violently in the mesh and when suspending vertically, from the bottom up, where will it land?, Ends falling towards the opposite side. The stab in the mood of Sascha It is monumental. They change their gait. Look at the ground. How the hell can I turn to this? There is a Macchina. There is no way to find the slit. The percentages of the redhead with the first service are overwhelming, almost insulting: 85% input, 90% to continue and 75% to complete. The stand begins to safely give the victory and accept that everything has changed a lot. A year ago, Sinner stirred and traced two sets to the Russian Daniil Medvedev to champion and raise his first Grand Slam, but now it is completely different; His granite tennis wraps the evidence tournaments and seizes the moment.
It happened in New York summer and occurs again in this first large one of 2025, which is intuited as a two bands with Alcaraz but, for now, it starts the same monologue rhythm with which the previous exercise ended. Sinner, a crusher. Sinner, true cyclone. Sinner, a tough machine gun; 21 chained triumphs and four trophies since he gave in the Beijing final, in October. Follow and continue. Has a tyranny born? There is no way! Damn, Zverev thinks, who tries by all means, explores possibilities and does not bad; However, that of San Cándido does not reduce from march or shots, what suffering for the German, what a wonder that domination. That is power. Other Breakthe icing. Little to do before a superlative competitor that has become the last chimera, increasingly strong, every day more left over; Melbourne applauds him and he retains the imperturbable gesture: this is just a start.
