“I can’t take it anymore. I’m going home, man…I can’t take it anymore.”
“I can’t do any more.”
“I want to go home now, man.”
Last week in Miami, a 22-year-old young man was frustrated, fragile and enraged. That young man is the world’s best tennis player, the owner of seven major titles already and destined to take his place among the greatest ever to play the sport. Yet, in those fleeting moments, as he turned helplessly to his support staff, Carlos Alcaraz provided a glimpse of the loneliness of his chosen pursuit and the price it extracts.
Alcaraz’s indignation played out in the course of his second defeat of the year, at the hands of Sebastian Korda, in a third-round match at the Miami Open. Even as he found the gumption to recover from this midmatch meltdown, the world No. 1 went down in three sets, booking himself the early ticket home he craved for.
For sports fans, elite athletes are a borderline robotic construct. They observe their steel and vigour with awe, and admire the ferocity with which they swat challenges aside. Alcaraz embodies this near flawless design – supremely skilled, staggeringly athletic and seemingly invincible. Yet, lurking below that exterior lies a vulnerability that champion athletes train relentlessly to hide away. On days like these though, it sneaks through. In those moments, you are just a 22-year-old, missing home.
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At the Australian Open in January, Alcaraz steamrolled his way into the history books by becoming the youngest man to complete the career slam. A fortnight later in Doha, he showed no signs of fatigue or a lack of motivation, as he sashayed to the title for the loss of just one set. New coach Samuel Lopez even whispered aloud the possibility of an accomplishment the likes of Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic failed to pull off in their storied careers.
“The challenge would be to win all four Grand Slams this year,” Lopez mused. “It’s ambitious, but possible.”
Alcaraz arrived for the “Sunshine Swing” – back-to-back ATP Masters 1000 events in Indian Wells and Miami – riding the crest of this wave. He swept aside rivals with disdain while continuing to charm fans with his cherubic, effervescent exterior.
Until one night in Indian Wells when a reality check crept up unannounced. Former world No. 1 Daniil Medvedev produced an assured performance for his first win over Alcaraz in over two years. A few days later, world No. 36 Korda pulled the rug from under Alcaraz’s feet again. Suddenly the indestructible Spaniard wasn’t quite that anymore.
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“All of a sudden I have to get back on track, go back on the court,” Alcaraz reflected. “The clay season is around the corner. I have really good tournaments that I am just excited about playing there. My mind right now is to take some days off, to reset my mind, reset the batteries, and be ready in good shape for the clay season.”
Once he “resets”, it is almost inevitable that Alcaraz will re-unleash the near infallible gameplay that makes him a modern-day colossus. However, it is in the defeats, and in the instinctive responses they evoke, that the price of sporting excellence is glaringly visible. Even the most finely tuned physical specimens, imbued with divine skills, can endure moments of frailty. Fatigue is not always just physical. It loiters within the mind, lungs and bloodstream, trapping you when least expected.
Soon, Alcaraz will step onto the red clay and start his build-up to win the French Open for the third year running. Eyes will glue in as he returns to the courts, and in little corners of his tummy, the butterflies will do some dancing. He will aspire to his muscular, all-conquering avatar but a little beneath that sculpted perfection, a sometimes vulnerable, sometimes fragile human being will be lurking.
“I can’t do any more.”
“I want to go home now, man.”
Last week in Miami, a 22-year-old young man was frustrated, fragile and enraged. That young man is the world’s best tennis player, the owner of seven major titles already and destined to take his place among the greatest ever to play the sport. Yet, in those fleeting moments, as he turned helplessly to his support staff, Carlos Alcaraz provided a glimpse of the loneliness of his chosen pursuit and the price it extracts.
Alcaraz’s indignation played out in the course of his second defeat of the year, at the hands of Sebastian Korda, in a third-round match at the Miami Open. Even as he found the gumption to recover from this midmatch meltdown, the world No. 1 went down in three sets, booking himself the early ticket home he craved for.
For sports fans, elite athletes are a borderline robotic construct. They observe their steel and vigour with awe, and admire the ferocity with which they swat challenges aside. Alcaraz embodies this near flawless design – supremely skilled, staggeringly athletic and seemingly invincible. Yet, lurking below that exterior lies a vulnerability that champion athletes train relentlessly to hide away. On days like these though, it sneaks through. In those moments, you are just a 22-year-old, missing home.
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At the Australian Open in January, Alcaraz steamrolled his way into the history books by becoming the youngest man to complete the career slam. A fortnight later in Doha, he showed no signs of fatigue or a lack of motivation, as he sashayed to the title for the loss of just one set. New coach Samuel Lopez even whispered aloud the possibility of an accomplishment the likes of Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic failed to pull off in their storied careers.
“The challenge would be to win all four Grand Slams this year,” Lopez mused. “It’s ambitious, but possible.”
Alcaraz arrived for the “Sunshine Swing” – back-to-back ATP Masters 1000 events in Indian Wells and Miami – riding the crest of this wave. He swept aside rivals with disdain while continuing to charm fans with his cherubic, effervescent exterior.
Until one night in Indian Wells when a reality check crept up unannounced. Former world No. 1 Daniil Medvedev produced an assured performance for his first win over Alcaraz in over two years. A few days later, world No. 36 Korda pulled the rug from under Alcaraz’s feet again. Suddenly the indestructible Spaniard wasn’t quite that anymore.
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“All of a sudden I have to get back on track, go back on the court,” Alcaraz reflected. “The clay season is around the corner. I have really good tournaments that I am just excited about playing there. My mind right now is to take some days off, to reset my mind, reset the batteries, and be ready in good shape for the clay season.”
Once he “resets”, it is almost inevitable that Alcaraz will re-unleash the near infallible gameplay that makes him a modern-day colossus. However, it is in the defeats, and in the instinctive responses they evoke, that the price of sporting excellence is glaringly visible. Even the most finely tuned physical specimens, imbued with divine skills, can endure moments of frailty. Fatigue is not always just physical. It loiters within the mind, lungs and bloodstream, trapping you when least expected.
Soon, Alcaraz will step onto the red clay and start his build-up to win the French Open for the third year running. Eyes will glue in as he returns to the courts, and in little corners of his tummy, the butterflies will do some dancing. He will aspire to his muscular, all-conquering avatar but a little beneath that sculpted perfection, a sometimes vulnerable, sometimes fragile human being will be lurking.
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