smile care to win – Corriere.it

He got angry over a mistake by the chair umpire, which forced him to replay a point that technology (hawkeye watches over us) had already assigned him. He conceded to the Colombian
Galan, the only vegan top 100, apples devoured as a snack al field change, five break points (too many). He forced himself to smile (Cahill begged to be friendly with the weed, so every now and then I tell myself it’s really nice to be here), because the excessive seriousness of Paris had cost him the defeat with the carneade Altmaier. AND Jannik Sinner always try not to make the same mistake twice.

History speaks Italian among the driveways of Church Road if the red baron reaches the quarterfinals at Wimbledon for the second consecutive year and Matteo Berrettini, the first blue ever to emerge in the final, tries to equal him today, engaged in the central position in the climb to Alcaraz. On the finest grass, Italy finds its two-pronged attack, Jannik the predestined and Matteo the pioneer, the scoreboard smiles at the younger one, who tomorrow finds the Russian Safiullin (I faced him last year in the ATP Cup: it will be a very mental challenge, he has nothing to lose), n. 92, in the last turn towards the probable rematch on the green with Novak Djokovic, the legend who last year Jannik dominated for two sets before suffering his return. the role of favorite at all costs to close Sinner’s stomachappeared contracted and nervous yesterday, saved from service already in the sixth game, removed from trouble in the tie break (7-4) by one of the 12 aces, followed by a polemical applause for the referee on the occasion of one of their disagreements, which grew second set (6-4 with two breaks) and finally authoritative in the third (6-3), when Galan’s little legs could no longer bear the weight of the challenge.

Sinner wins but is not convincing (I didn’t play at my best because I was good at fighting on every point), it is hoped that approaching the minimum objective of his London tour (the semifinal on Friday) will free his arm from the chains like the fratricidal duel with Sonego did with Berrettini in the first round when, together with the will to suffer, Matteo found confidence and blows again. The blinding light of victory with Zverev remained in Wimbledon’s eyes (Matteo has tennis to be able to win the tournament, said the German), yesterday the Roman walked around the club hand in hand with his Melissa, who also returned smiling on social media. If rebirth — stable, consolidated, lasting — we’ll find out after weed, in the American swing which leads straight to the last Grand Slam crossroads of the season, the US Open. For now, completed three rounds and survived the shocks of a tournament he was ll not to play, Matteo Berrettini at Wimbledon a beautiful Italian story of pride, sweat and resilience, the former no. 6 in the world who swims against the current with respect to destiny like salmon, dares the unbearable by flying to London without being in shape (I came from an injury, yet another, I trained little and served very little: not exactly the best preparation for one Slam…), searches among the blades of grass for the ancient sensations and, one by one, finds them, strengthening the soul.

As? Feeling good physically, without aches or pains, for a big man of that size (196 cm for 95 kg) the basis of everything. That devastating serve out from the left, produced by the Berrettini steelworks on match point with Zverev, is worth more than any medical certificate: You have to feel good to throw a shot, as he explained with laughing eyes like two years ago, when the usual Djokovic snatched the cup from him but not the satisfaction of going up to the Quirinale and then on the Italy bus in the parade of the European champions. Wimbledon treats its Italian godson who has sunk to no. 38 in the standings as the 2021 finalist: it’s good for Matteo, it calms his existential dilemmas. The clan takes care of the rest. Father Luca, the highest authority in the Berrettini pantheon, and Melissa, sitting on her father’s right hand. If there is a place suitable for miracles (every reference to Alcaraz is not accidental), the place of strawberries.