Carlos Alcaraz, the beast is in a hurry

There is a very delicate beauty in tennis that consists in seeing the great players adapting to their new body, not the one that brought him to glory at the age of 21, but the one that keeps him there fifteen years later.

Knowing the point at which you have to empty yourself, the shot at which to leave the air you have left, choose the sprint that is worthwhile, the first serve with which to break the ball and try an

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Elite physiques worn down by a lifetime on the track, like old lions keeping their fangs safe, but whose reflexes and legs are beginning to fail.

It is life passing accumulated bills while they (Nadal, Djokovic, Federer) extend the deadlines: what his body has left behind, has been gained by a devilish intelligence that does not prevent, little by little, the fingers from being released from the last bar from the balcony.

Carlos Alcaraz is, however, at the age of discovering himself.

He has powers he doesn't yet know, punches he doesn't know he can deliver yet, sprints he thinks are impossible.

What he sees is not what there is: there is more.

Alcaraz is at that moment in life when one still does not know what he is capable of, although he senses it and with that intuition it is enough for him to fix the messes caused by inexperience.

He is aggressive, he is in a hurry, each point is the last of his life;

he gets into the court at the slightest opportunity to shake the ball and appear on the net like a disastrous collector, and sometimes things go so well for him, in such a pure and wild way, that he collects in each game unlikely points that are they go viral and to which he responds, after executing them, raising his chin and extending his arms, like "what did you think of that one",

There is a lot of adolescence and Alcaraz's mess on the track.

Many storm threats with the right that end up being a drop shot, a lot of lobing, a lot of street runners;

a lot of show

It is the child growing up while he wins;

he is the player who still believes, and believes well, that fantasy can get him out of a lot of trouble.

He has been hearing since he was 14 years old that he will be the next Nadal, as if a child could be told that he will be the next best player in history without his muscles locking up;

once that psychological battle has been won, any match point against him will seem like a joke.

A look at his newspaper library is like a drone view of a tsunami: small, extremely fast waves that grow from 2015 until they reach the coast in 2022, ahead of time and of unattainable height.

When he was 12 years old he said that his idol was Roger Federer and that his dream was to win Roland Garros and Wimbledon.

His idol has changed, at least publicly, but his game has not: he is still a kind of Federer if Federer, the most elegant tennis player who has ever existed and an uncontrolled winner, continued to train next to home, among his people and under his sun : a classic and hypnotic game that disconcerts by its brutality sometimes, by its softness others, by its surprise always.

For two years his name has been linked to the future: for when Alcaraz.

Alcaraz is already, the future has landed this week in Flushing Meadows and he has climbed on top of it like a dragon.

the most elegant tennis player that has ever existed and an uncontrolled winner, continued to train next to home, among his people and under his sun: a classic and hypnotic game that disconcerts by its brutality at times, by its smoothness at others, by its surprise always .

For two years his name has been linked to the future: for when Alcaraz.

Alcaraz is already, the future has landed this week in Flushing Meadows and he has climbed on top of it like a dragon.

the most elegant tennis player that has ever existed and an uncontrolled winner, continued to train next to home, among his people and under his sun: a classic and hypnotic game that disconcerts by its brutality at times, by its smoothness at others, by its surprise always .

For two years his name has been linked to the future: for when Alcaraz.

Alcaraz is already, the future has landed this week in Flushing Meadows and he has climbed on top of it like a dragon.

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