Twelve and with tennis for thirteen

Twelve Cups of the Musketeers, one of the greatest feats in the history of sports in general, and tennis to win 13, 14 and 15 if the body endures him at 33 years.


Generation X, to which I belong as a person born in the 70s, the one that grew up in Spain in the twilight of the dictatorship and in transition towards democracy, lived one of the golden ages of tennis. He did not do it from far away thanks the great Manolo Orantes, who won the US Open in 1975, a year after reaching the final of Roland Garros. He won a myth, Bjorn Borg, who set a trend with his long blond hair pulled back with a striped ribbon. It was his first title in Paris and he won another five in as many finals. It seemed stratospheric what the Swede did. But in the 21st century a boy from a village in Mallorca appeared and won with 19 springs for the first time in the Forest of Bologna. It was Rafa Nadal. Fourteen years later he has already accumulated twelve trophies in twelve finals. Twice as many as Borg!

Twelve Cups of the Musketeers, one of the greatest feats in the history of sports in general, and with tennis to win 13, 14 and 15 if the body endures at 33 with those injuries that torment and that this season were about to take away the illusion when he hit bottom in the Godó de Barcelona. He remade because he has a privileged mind, the best brain of the circuit, an iron personality that makes him insurmountable on the surface that dominates better than anyone else, the clay that has seen him succeed again and again, no matter against which rival. This time he repeated before an improved Thiem, although it is true that he reached the final after three consecutive days of play and with two hours more on the track than the Balearic. Rafa saw him and passed the roller. I could not miss the chance to continue making history. Le roi de Paris, the king of the land.



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