Talk about Carlos Alcaraz’s shirt: there is the shadow of sweat, sign of the afternoon. The matches against Alex de Miñaour always thick, who in the end ends up slightly bowing, but that has once again set a stick after another on the wheel: 7-5 and 6-3, in 1h 39m. “Players like him are very fast and very solid, and make you rush by not finding holes,” he values the Spanish, classified for the semifinals in which the strongest do not fail. He also meets him too, in the growing. “We have taken the good way. I knew that in the first set I was going to have my opportunities to return, and end how I have done great joy for tomorrow,” he adds. In the penultimate round (16.00, Teledeport and Movistar+) will face Arthur Fils, benefited by the abandonment of Stefanos Tsitsipas.
There are blows here, here there is a rhythm, here you work on. Each point is a small treasure. Here is from Miñaur, one of those astillian rivals who give nothing and fight them all, of those who squeeze and push as if they had given them rope, inexhaustible. Almost always a gum. It never emerges. What would be of him with more faith, with more shot? Curious that way of shaking the ball on the ground, shaving the crest of the network with that flat and deep trajectory that bothers Alcaraz from the beginning. There is a canehe Ooooohhh To the chorus of regret, and with it the first break, before which the Murcian reacts taking the racket behind his back and reaffirmed it: indeed, this will be hard.
He does not finish settle, does not leave the Australian, who machine and machine all the time under the visor. The eyes are barely seen, as if proposed a constant poker game, challenging in each exchange and causing no pause or parentheses. Marathon spirit. It has legs to give and give away, so it covers track and forces to ride and hurry. UF, UPS, almost, pity. For a centimeter! Joan Laporta illustrates, again there, the man sitting beside him in the box. Alcaraz lists the lines and recovering, but the survey happens a series of inaccuracies that places it again, more and more rowing because the pass to the semifinals is sold today expensive.
He comes from Miñaur from an optimistic tour in Montecarlo, penultimate rounds there for him, and does not lift his foot from the accelerator. ESPRENTA, REPELLA, DEMANDS. And the Murcian, meanwhile, wants to check how that ball is left on the net after a strange sound when leaving the lamb. Does perhaps punctured? It does not usually fail in that type of left, but the next one that draws the nail where I wanted, elegant, surgical, and recover the lost terrain for the second time. You give me, I return it to you. It is a day to pull. When these two come together, it is usually a game of the cat and the mouse and enjoys it and suffers by the people of the stands, which does not finish seeing it clearly, but trusts, crosses fingers: it will arrive.
“Come on animal!” One pushes one from the gallery, to which he responds and releases a fierce shout when he spider the game that guides him to the sweet area: he up, 6-5, willing to cut the rest. And the Australian, to think; The slightest slip would put him against the strings. Doubt, and suddenly the download falls on him. Set ball for Alcaraz and the metallic kick of the feet on the stands, advance in Pedralbes that something will happen, but the first one resists, that not the second one; That excessively long shipping of the oceanic decantes the set. The El Palmar has chewed it as a good ruminant, magnificent indicative at this point in the preparation. In the clay you have to curb it.
So the Alcaraz spine bends and makes the squat, quadriceps in tension and firm support to gain strength from where there is no, because the ball arrived meek and forces a physical maneuver within reach of very few: PAM! There you carry it! Kidneys and winning intern. But from Miñaur, it is already known, it is not one of those who loosen, he always, and hires: Zasca! Come, Carlitos, to see if I get that one, but nothing; falls into the hands of the jet set of the box. The match still of a fine thread in the second set, more takes and daca, just as balanced but without concessions for one other part, and in the end the rope is broken again in favor of the winner, meritorious the victory.
The El Palmar is used to the bright route, but the record demands something else in these days of progression and search for sensations. Sitting the bases in Montecarlo, number two continues to polish and accommodate in the transition process, reinforcing it with this worked in Barcelona; Three wins in two sets and a nutritious presence on the track, without anguish. Achieved the break That finally it is lifted everything, to the sixth game, raise the arms and celebrate again: Pedralbes, here I am again. Tomorrow, another appointment with him in Barcelona.
