Naturally, Carlos Alcaraz demolishes a castle and collects the golden trophy he always dreamed of. “You’re mine now,” he says through his eyes. Novak Djokovic hadn’t given up at Wimbledon Center since 2013, and since then there have been 45 games without defeat on Center Court; Five years without taking part in the tournament, since July 13, 2017. But the Murcian knows no boundaries, striving to break every boundary. He’s 20 years old, he’s number one and alongside the US Open, which he won last year, he already boasts of being a champion at Wimbledon. Is there anything in this sport that goes beyond that? 1-6, 7-6(6), 6-1, 3-6 and 6-4. It was a memorable exhibition that was full of symbolism because of the form, the setting and the rival; Back, in the cathedral and in front of a whole nole. Boom! After 4 hours and 42 minutes the clock stops and tennis experiences the definitive beginning of a new era. Alcaraz, Carlos Alcaraz, a time accelerator. The last great virtuoso.
It is also the fifth Spanish representative to be crowned in the tournament of tournaments. He joins Manolo Santana (1966), Conchita Martínez (1994), Rafael Nadal (2008 and 2010) and Garbiñe Muguruza (2017). Only the German Boris Becker (17 years old in 1985 and 18 years old in 1986) and the Swede Björn Borg (20 years old in his first Wimbledon) received their doctorates earlier in London, who, on this windy July 16, one of these episodes trying to save because it is interpreted as the first of many and the heads-up is exceptional. An old titan, a fabulous successor.
More information
Djokovic has no brain. The Serb has a tennis court right there. There isn’t an inch of grass he doesn’t control and no shot he doesn’t execute with pinpoint precision. He’s a Cartesian in the Cathedral. Nole offers tennis for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He lives from and for tennis. For that reason he knows very well what is at stake and how a 20-year-old should be approached in a final who, after all, appears to have played 35 major tournaments and this last one at Wimbledon is a superior transcendence of that; It’s not for nothing that the history of stories so far has reached a dimension that only Court knows, proclaiming himself the most successful man of all time. Objectively there is no doubt.
In the introduction to the Pulse, more was said and written about spirit and motivation than tennis, and there Nole has already won the first point. He steps onto the grass with his chin raised and straight, with a strong stride and haughty gait, while Alcaraz is noticed from the first nervous moment. The Murcian looks up on serve and finds agony up front, spitting balls at feet, lines and angles. Where it is needed He is a robot and a craftsman at the same time. There isn’t a corner he doesn’t control. Djokovic hovers over the middle and makes a dent as if he knows the movie’s plot by heart. The boy’s gesture suggests that his shoulder is jammed and his right hand is making more lunges than usual. The subconscious inevitably travels to Paris.
From nerves to órdago
Scotsman Andy Murray, the last man to defeat Nole at this distance, watches him from the stands. A hero. A decade has passed and the Balkans have definitely made it their own, at the level of Federer himself. The enchantment of the English crowd with the Swiss, or the shameless pocketing of the first player, who openly celebrates every point made by the Murcian and a murmur every time ejects when he hits a second serve or suffers a slip, doesn’t matter. It runs several times over the already bare, earthy subsoil, but it chews gum. Djokovic plays with his hand for a whole sentence and delivers a master class. That’s how you play on the green. Alcaraz suffers from this, which only loosens up after five games.
There the Spaniard throws a pass that overflows to the right and finally comes into play. The monologue turns into a two-part show, although the singer continues to wear the one from Belgrade, which after a dog-faced slugfest, which she wins, puts her hand to her ear, making the rival gasp under constant stress. Playing against Djokovic in London: torture.
Djokovic after hitting the racquet against the post. TOLGA AKMEN (EFE)
Nevertheless, Alcaraz keeps the type. His parents and brothers Álvaro, Sergio and Jaime cheer for him from the box and he gives a try, a break and the 2-0 lead but Nole calls him out immediately. That’s how it goes, boy, he’s coming to tell you; definitely face to face, but don’t cross the line. It happens that the Murcian is a guy who likes adrenaline and challenges, and the bigger the challenge, the more he wants to face it and improve. Here I am Carlos. For a new order. Here is the new regime.
So there really is an end. There is an offer. And it’s not only real, it’s doubly so. Excessively accelerated so far, the Spaniard pulls himself together, takes a breath, rips his corset and mounts the ball. Alcaraz smiles, an unbeatable sign. He succeeds in doing so after breaking Djokovic’s impressive tiebreaker streak 15 times in a row. But the backhand of the cacique fails, who would say that. Once, twice and three times; he gets a warning about the expansion at a critical moment (4-5) and the option to close the set disappears; Immediately afterwards, he receives a monumental slap that opens the bleeding. He gives up the serve as soon as he opens the third and definitely the cathedral is witnessing an ordeal. The boy hits an intern and both legs, throws a challenging look and makes speeches. There is no storm, but there is thunder.
splinters and muscles
Brad Pitt applauds and munches on fries in style in the stands – is he really 59? – and Huge Jackman and Rachel Weisz comment in fascination. You are watching two science fiction athletes. It’s another game, a final dichotomy. Djokovic suffers, Djokovic can’t, Djokovic faints. It has a wall in front of it. The Serb proposes and proposes, but clarifies every point to the max and with water up to his neck. Your share decreases and that of the opponent increases many times over, Alcaraz has grown, determined, imposing, fallen. The new wave rages in the form of a tsunami; New talent doesn’t ask, they just act. And he hits and hits, returns and returns. In the fifth game, stretched to 26 minutes, an eternity, the number one gets the break and sends Nole to the think corner, the place that brought the giant so much revenue. never bury it
The man from Belgrade is not used to chasing on this terrain and walking through the dressing room is once again relieving. Neat and combed, like someone who starts the day, he responds magnificently, throwing a kiss to the side to justify himself. love me, that’s me With its infinite virtues in the field of tennis and also with its cable car crossings. The splinters will spring to the center and the post will be marked. A thug in tatters. Alcaraz does not shy away from flaunting his strength, but he also flaunts his brawn and handles the most delicate moments with moderation, as if he had done so all his life. In fact, he was born for it. Here a new era. His carotid artery and the anaconda that runs through his right bicep are inflamed, and once the unwanted twist is blocked – Nole volleyed into the net on his first round of service, with the possibility of breaking – he resolves with flying colors. In the next game, the blow is huge. fatal. Finally. London illuminates a chosen one and marks a turning point in history. Alcaraz Garfia, his last name. It comes from El Palmar and is considered the last great phenomenon.
You can follow EL PAÍS Deportes on Facebook and Twitteror sign up here to receive our weekly newsletter.