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Salut à tous et bienvenue à Roland-Garros 2026 – dernier jour!
Broadly speaking, we invented sport because we wanted to know who was the fastest, the strongest and the best. But that was a while ago now, and the behemoth we nurtured now serves an entirely different purpose: in a fragmented, atomised, divided world, sport is company and in sport is community, a real-time, real-life friend and family. If we’re sad, lonely or bored, we know sport has our back, caring, nurturing and teaching with gentle omnipresence, asking nothing in return. If we’re happy, in company and engaged, we know sport has our back, caring, nurturing and teaching with gentle omnipresence, asking nothing in return.
For these reasons, even the worst sport is better than the best almost everything else – and verily has the French Open 2026 been not that. Over the last fortnight, we’ve had bestowed upon us a succession of barely believable matches and outcomes, our days enriched and our existences affirmed by a raft of compelling stories that remind us how to feel, a joy shared across the world – so too the knowledge that we’ll be talking about what we’ve lived for as long as we live. That is a precious, restorative elixir to carry with us … but now we want the final we and the tournament deserve.
Alexander Zverev has probably spent most of his life assuming that, at some point, he’d become a grand slam champion – let’s be real, his demeanour has never hidden it, one of various reasons many will be hoping he loses today. And though he lost the 2020 US Open final to Dominic Thiem from two sets up, followed by a five-set final to Carlos Alcaraz in the 2024 edition of this competition, the feeling persisted that, though he struggled to find his best game when he needed it most, his time would come. Except he then made the 2025 final in Melbourne, endured an exhibition spanking from Jannik Sinner, and something within him changed – how couldn’t it? He was good, but he was significantly less good than the two best, fading as they grew, and there was no sense he could best both in a two-week major.
Which makes this fortnight the opportunity of a lifetime, Alcaraz injured and Sinner beaten by illness. The question now, though, is whether that inspires him or ratchets pressure up to such paralysing degree it prevents him from performing; neither outcome would be surprising.
And, though many seem to consider a final against Flavio Cobolli to be as close to as gimme as you can get, that is not really the case. Of course, Zverev is good enough to win in straight sets, but he faces an opponent who, it’s been clear for several years now, has the talent to challenge the elite. His forehand is a tremendous shot, he returns superbly and moves beautifully, perhaps the quickest player on tour. But more than that, he competes like he means it and, though of course he’ll be nervous, he won’t freeze – partly because he doesn’t carry the weight of expectation, mainly because he’s just one of those many sportsfolk built differently to the rest of us, the warmth of his embrace turning fear into opportunity. He will be ready.
And so will we, caring for ourselves by caring about this, the experience of being us made better by the unique captivation of Roland-Garros 2026. Chauette! On y va!
Play: 3pm local, 2pm BST
