Under a scorching sun, a horde of spectators gathered on the edge of court 3 at Roland-Garros. Hats screwed on the skull, camera in hand, all jostle to see the nugget of world tennis. In the stands, the lucky ones swoon over his powerful strikes. Their wild applause mingled with the Spaniard’s cries of effort. By closing your eyes, you could imagine yourself training for Rafael Nadal. This player is not left-handed, however, and he is not playing the French Open for the sixteenth time, but the second. At just 19 years old, Carlos Alcaraz is already familiar with the heights.
Born May 5, 2003 in El Palmar, a town of 25,000 souls in southeastern Spain, Carlos Alcaraz grew up in the shade of pine trees. His whole family breathes tennis. A former semi-professional player, his father, Carlos senior, runs the Murcia training school, where “Carlitos” sharpens his first forehands. His grandfather, also named Carlos, was the first in the line to have bought a racket. Supported by their mother Virginia, employed at Ikea, his eldest Alvaro and his two younger sons, Sergio and Jaime, follow in his footsteps. In 10 years, ” el nino ” abandons football to bet on the small yellow ball. In class, he stands out in all disciplines and never falls behind despite his repeated absences. His entourage instilled in him the culture of effort from a very young age.
Carlos joins Juan Carlos Ferrero’s academy at 15, unsuccessful