Alcaraz merges with Zverev and wins the Mutua Madrid Open

The culmination is in the form of a monologue.

It is an unsubstantial final, without crumb, in one direction, finished with a double fault from Alexander Zverev, but for that reason the last milestone of Carlos Alcaraz does not lose an iota of brilliance, which begins to turn the image into something familiar: he , the last prodigy, the young man who eats up his rivals and history by mouthfuls, lifts the trophy in the central Caja Mágica, which asks him to pause at the end because the story is going well, too well, excessively well.

"Loosen up, Carlitos!"

In 62 minutes, a mid-afternoon snack –the fastest final in the 20 editions of the tournament–, the Spaniard melts the German (6-3 and 6-1) and smiles like the youngest champion in Madrid, snatching him by four months the record to Rafael Nadal, early winner in 2005.

There are already five trophies in the elite (four on clay) and other triumphs in as many finals.

Two Masters 1000. Full of Alcaraz, the player of the moment.

10 successive victories.

Winner in Barcelona and now in Madrid, he rises without complexes to Roland Garros, which begins in two weeks and will present a new incentive, the irruption of the most fit tennis player today.

Today, he is the wheel to follow.

No one goes so strong or so fast, with such determination.

Nobody is that cool.

Since the Argentine David Nalbandian conquered Madrid in 2007 beating Nadal, Roger Federer and Novak Djokovic, no player had beaten three

in a 1000. He forces the Murcian to review and reconsider, accelerating what was to be a future theoretician which is already an immediate present.

Alcaraz has the instinct of predators: he sniffs, sees, starts and attacks.

The boy has that exclusive virtue of knowing how to detect the moment, of selecting.

The moment he perceives the slightest sign of fragility, he mounts up and lunges for the prey.

Little by little the seams began to show for Zverev, the German was uncomfortable with his right and too slow in the interpretation, clumsy in his movements;

by the time he wanted to realize it, the rival had already clawed at him.

A naive service, a faulty volley, a superb drop shot from Alcaraz and an inverted forehand gave the Spaniard the first

, impeccable in time management.

From there, a nice drive down the highway.

If they let him go full throttle, he doesn't think twice.

Master and lord of the party, the boy from El Palmar was recreated.

One more day, he enjoyed and enjoyed.

Alcaraz fights with the feeling of feeling superior, and inoculates the opposite with the feeling that whatever she does and whatever she stretches, she will end up losing the point.

She does not stop inventing, and each hit is unpredictable, a kind of Russian roulette that Zverev never managed to decipher.

The gait and lazy expressiveness of the German did not help to think of a possible reaction, nor a trace of disobedience, the giant was docile and brittle.

A flan with the second serves (25%).

He resigned early and the development of the final resulted in a red carpet for Alcaraz, who overwhelmed him with one of those hooks that raffled him off with an architectural balloon.

Seven wins in a row against 'top-10'

At 25 years old, Zverev transits between indefinition.

His collection is not insignificant – 19 trophies, including an Olympic gold, four

, a Masters Cup – and he had triumphed twice in the Caja Mágica, but this time he was reduced to nothing.

He had never lost in the Madrid central.

However, on this occasion he fell apart, Alcaraz crushed him;

Without the need to activate the turbo, the number six dried him with the service – he only gave up six serves, in total – and nabbed a more than deserved prize.

Unforgettable week for him.

In his revolver there are already the notches of having defeated Nadal and Djokovic, and he already has seven wins in a row against the

, a total of 11.

"

, let it last more than an hour, please!" They asked him from the stands.

He ignored the champion, the youngest to win five trophies since Nadal, who at 19 already had seven and the Davis Cup.

"I really like playing tennis," he said on the Alcaraz court, the natural replacement for the Balearic Islands.

19 years after his coach, Juan Carlos Ferrero, celebrated and shines, the sensation, the young man who has definitely taken a step forward.

Undecided all, the intermediate generation and the youngest, tennis celebrates the irruption and asks: Who can today with Alcaraz?

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