US Open 2023: Alcaraz defeats Evans and enters the round of 16 | Tennis | Sports | EUROtoday

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New York is a rare day, a nice September warmth that warms however would not sting. There isn’t any hint apart from that sticky moisture that soaks garments and stealthily depletes anybody’s vitality reserves. A fantastic solar and shade on the largest tennis court docket in the world, the Arthur Ashe, the place Carlos Alcaraz intervenes for the first time in the daytime session of this version of the US Open. You may say that the whole lot is ideal. Or, slightly, virtually excellent. Yes however no. He surrenders to the British Daniel Evans (6-2, 6-3, 4-6 and 6-3, after 3h 10m), he has a cross to the round of 16 in his pocket and he spots a rival on the horizon, the Italian Matteo Arnaldi, that certainly he would have signed earlier than the begin of the match. However, he isn’t too completely happy.

“Nooooo!” “But what are you doing, Charly, what are you doing!” “What a fucking shame, you fucking ball of break!”. The Murcian has been getting tangled up, he has been losing control and his plans have gone awry; he competes between constant reproaches towards himself and punishes himself while he seeks an explanation for what is happening. What pointed to a well-tracked victory and a crossing without excessive crumb, leaden but relatively dominated, leads to a rough and uncomfortable episode, very indigestible. Without really knowing why, his tennis pales and he suffers a disconnection that reintroduces Evans to a match that was apparently dead. This time, he is a two-faced Carlitos.

No shine, but two sets up, he seemed to have the situation under control, but the story changed course and he was forced to do an extra to definitively surrender to the Englishman. He shines the sun, but inside it is a gray day. Inspiration comes and goes. He overflows with the blow, but makes inaccuracies that he is not used to. Without realizing it, he has put his feet in the mud and when those two options of snatching Evans’ serve to equal four escape him, in the third set, he explodes. At the fifth opportunity, the British –in a forced error in this phase, only one– ends up scratching the set. The outburst resounds throughout the plant. He’s not the only one.

He yells a few times out of rage. Irritated and nervous, tense, he needs to unlock the duel. He swallowed some pills and from the bench, Juan Carlos Ferrero insisted that he should change his expressiveness and reconnect mentally. Meanwhile, Evans, already a veteran, tries to seize the moment and harasses him with increased aggressiveness, aware that his train is passing by. The Englishman tries to take the game to his territory and he rebels, although he ends up colliding with that virtue that great players have of knowing how to escape the messy days. Alcaraz is 20 years old, but the job of a long-term tennis player. As he strategically fails to unblock the situation, he decides the hard way. In his way. A la Tyson.

An extraordinary blow to the wrist means the definitive mental boost –even on foggy days it leaves sparkles– and the rain of winners (61) clears the ground towards the round of 16, won by force of authority. The adversary bows –a break to 4-2 in the final stretch– and a crossed forehand closes a convoluted chapter for him, a supporter of seeing the glass half full: winning when the violin is not in tune, a differential factor in this tennis thing.

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