Sinner’s next opponent is the Kazakh giant who shoots missiles at the service and plays every point risking to the maximum. At Roland Garros he had to go out against De Minaur, when “under two sets to zero I thought about the fly to return home”. And instead …

Lorenzo Topello

June 3 – 21:00 – MILAN

“Guys, don’t let me cry …”. At the time of the aperitif of a Monday in June, Alexander Bublik leaves the role of the playful and becomes a tragic mask. They say to him: “But no, Sascha. Estene also, your emotions”. Before the stroke of the theater of the Kazakh: “No, thanks: I am a professional tennis player, I still have a game to play and I have to get there prepared”. Arousing laughter and tears of emotion in the same scene is the privilege of great interpreters only. Even if a racket hold in the hands. The theater (read Campo Suzanne Lenglen) is at its feet and the antagonist who has become a first actor (Jack Draper, number 5 of the world) is also at a sporty. Yes, it is the evening of Alexander Bublik who conquers the quarterfinals of Roland Garros for the first time and gives himself the intersection with Sinner: “You know that sometimes in life there is only one opportunity: today I felt that it was mine. Now I’m here to enjoy the most beautiful moment of my existence”. And patience for the look not exactly at Hugh Grant: twisted hair like a newspaper last week, red earth inside the nose. Even the way in which the beard brings is a passing to conventionality. But after all the point is another: that it is an impressive amount of genius to Alexander Bublik or not to take away the unlot.

The comeback against De Minaur

Paris Valo a Exploit. What Kazakh will remember forever. Bublik’s lesson, once so much, is in essence instead of in shape: he said he hated the earth, yet it is precisely the red that gives him the most exciting Slam mission of his career: he is the first player of Kazakh nationality that went so far away, with further stars to be noted on the chest like the victories against the Top 10 De Minaur and precisely Draper. Absurd, the day lived against Alex, since the first two sets Bublik had lost them: “We played at 11 in the morning, not my favorite time. I was a little sleepy in the first two partials. In my head I was already thinking about the tickets for the return: after all this year before this challenge I had already won 12-13 on the red. I had never happened. And then, suddenly, Bublik became a cannibal. A shark that clings to the last shred of Zattera, to overthrow it and bite it in a bite, with its supersonic tennis (the service always travels that it is a beauty) and in search of the winners as a grail to be carefully guarded. A set point converted him hitting with the racket between his legs, but the novelty is another: in the end he reassembled until he passed the turn.

Galeotto was Monfils

The genius does not even remove him to pray, fortunately. The unrulyness, lately, seems to have been mitigated thanks to a chat with my friend Gael Monfils: “I spoke to him in Dubai, I complained: first of all it was easier, today everyone plays very well. And he replied: ‘Now they are all professionals: first those focused on the tour were few, apart from the great ones. But among the top 50 and 100 players there were boys who thought to enjoy life and they did not even think about enjoying their lives. Physiotherapists and coach. Today I have to find a way to beat them, even if they are twice more rigid in their routines than me ‘. Galeotto was the interview with his colleague (almost) forty years old: the one with which Bublik won his first Slam victory for a top 10 time ago and with whom he improvised Ping Pong games on Miami’s concrete, just a year ago. The complaints have evaporated, becoming at most playful exits. Like that, epic, in Madrid during a field gearbox against Mensik, when Sascha turned to the referee: “Do you remember when it was easy to play tennis? Five years ago there was a lot of improvised people in the top 50: they barely moved. Now this one is not even in top 10: how is it possible?”. This is thanks to the work of which the essay Gael spoke.

Paris, France - June 02: Alexander Bublik of Kazakhstan Reacts Whilst Sat on a bench follow Victory Against Jack Draper of Great Britain During the Men's Singles Fourth Round Round On Day Nine of the 2025 French Open at Roland Garros on June 02, 2025 in Paris, France. (Photo by Julian Finney/Getty Images)

Bublik recipe

Sascha does not joke when he says he doesn’t bear the earth. In his career he won only one title on red, the Challenger of May 2025 in Turin: “I hate it. I can’t wait for these months to pass, I love the moment when you move on to the grass. I hope not to trample the red for at least ten years” he was shaving a few years ago in Montecarlo. And now here she is, to cry moved by perhaps the most significant victory of the career. The recipe, at least on a technical level, is the usual: power in the exchange, a crazy desire to accelerate even at the cost of making mistakes (with Draper has collected more and more free errors, but has also found the beauty of 68 winners against 37) and dampened against boredom, the conventionality and certain defects of the life of the tennis player who in Bublik just do not go down: “I find it unbearable. You are tired and you have pain, it is difficult.

The night by Bublik’s Leoni

Speaking of going on. This year, before the EXPLOIT in Paris, it is not that he was traveling great as he testifies to 62 on the Ranking item. And then Alexander, after the Ko in the first round of Indian Wells, listened to the advice of another friend, the coach. Meditation? More intense training? Gym? Diet? The opposite: “Sascha, go straight to me, if you continue to play so we are out of the great tennis before Wimbledon. You need a shock. Go to make you three days in Las Vegas”. Because the life of the professional tennis player is unbearable. And then every now and then the batteries must be recharged with a lion night: “It was days of hangoverYes. A nice weekend. Then I went to Phoenix for the Challenger, arriving in the city three hours before the debut match: I did not have the slightest expectation, I simply wanted to hit the ball and let off steam. It arrived in the final. In Paris against De Minaur he thought only at the return tickets. And instead, two hours later, he found himself to cancel the check-in and book a table for dinner: in the company of who and with what night programs, After all, it is damn better this way.



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