In Madrid Matteo beat his myth and conquered the quarterfinals of the Masters 1000, the fifth Italian after caps, Musetti, Fognini and Sinner
The undecided child between the corridors of tennis and the swimming lanes has become great. Swells the chest and tightens the fists after yet another rowing point, to the sound of diagonals capable of putting a “physical” like Tiafoe on the corner. Matteo Arnaldi, a wire of uncultivated beard and the flames in the eyes, is no longer a child. Fix the goal without lowering my gaze: “I am also ready for the quarterfinals, I’m playing well”. And I go back to the languages: at 16 he played the first tournaments in Georgia without chewing English, today he excites Madrid by refining the Spaniard who brings him luck to him and loaded him to the sound of “Vamos!”. He screamed at dozens during the week in the Spanish capital. The best, by detachment, of his 2025.