“Why, why!” Licks Coco Gauff, who is there for a long time, very close, to a span. But there is nothing to do. Jasmine Paolini, winner, is a wall that does not yield and that does everything well, cunning as few. He does and lets. The American is coming down, who breaks and falls. So she is crowned (6-4 and 6-2, after 1h 29m) and celebrates it Italy, where finally, 40 years later, there is the one who collects the witness of Raffaella Reggi, the last national champion in Rome. Shaken in the Italic forum. Solved the female fascicle, the local fan celebrates and trusts, crosses the fingers. Why not. Why not a double? Why not also Jannik Sinner?
At the moment, one of one for a country that, for a long time, has been doing things very well. Background work, head and investment. Good raw material and formation. Paolini’s has been a late explosion, with 28 years, today 29, but firm and progressive. He looked at the forefront last spring, when he reached the final of Roland Garros, and from there he has maintained a sustained growth that has given him a privilege space between the elite. It shines among the strongest five – it assumes to fourth place, to the detriment of the Polish IgA Swiatek – and it is noted again at the doors of Paris, it is not going to be that everything opens and, who knows, can take the thorn out of the last year.
The You have to come to the southby Rafaella Carrá, and the determined tennis of Paolini, a player who lavish and grows based on good work, temper and cunning, much cunning, is opening. As far as their own virtues are not reached, explain the defects of the opposite. This is land, Work and patience. There are not too many mysteries. Or yes, the world of turns. Not this time. A simple recipe with always complex execution. The Italian dances and jumps after a practically immaculate and intelligent game, piloted perfectly, dominated from start to finish. An early break that is worth gold and forces Gauff, exhausted.
To the countercurrent, his mind and mood are diluted, and the final is split in two: a first set discussed, another without color. The cold blood and the greatest determination in the blows, the coveted consistency, and in the second one without remedy the American: there are seven fouls and up to 55 uninforced errors are prevailed in the first. Improper one number two. Before that mess, the 20 of the champion, who melts in a hug with his coach, the Catalan Marc López, and can barely pronounce himself in the start of his parliament: “It is incredible to have this trophy in my hands. I am excited. Neither in my best dreams thought I would win this tournament.”
