Of course the weather for the Monte-Carlo final was awful. We’re always hearing about how this is the most picturesque spot on tour, and it’s hard to argue. On the Tennis Channel this week, we were greeted on changeovers by wide shots of the swaying Mediterranean sea shining with a blue to rival the Australian Open’s hard courts, enveloping the Monte-Carlo Country Club tennis courts embedded into the cliffs. It feels appropriate that after all that view porn, and all the hype for 2026’s first Carlos Alcaraz–Jannik Sinner summit, the day itself was overcast and viciously windy. Teach us to get too excited. The anticipation was inescapable—the last Sincaraz meeting on clay was the 2025 Roland-Garros final, a match you may have heard about—but nothing changes the mood like a stiff breeze blanketing our tennis. 

Still, if not the Roland-Garros final’s equal, the Monte-Carlo final was a worthy sequel. Sinner’s 7–6 (5), 6–3 win was closer than the score and added plenty of subplots to the best rivalry of the era. A theme in this rivalry is Sinner underperforming on serve, even as he improves the shot to alarming levels. That continued today—he made 51 percent of first serves—but a new pattern is emerging of Sinner scrapping his way to wins over Alcaraz despite subpar serving. (And as Alcaraz made sure to point out in his postmatch presser, during the tiebreak, Sinner made all six of his first serves.) Jannik also pummeled Carlos’ backhand until it wilted, and hung tough through what felt like a thousand love–30 and 15–30 holes on serve. After Alcaraz beat him from three match points down in Paris last year, Sinner had lost five straight to his rival, many of them thanks to deranged Carlos comebacks. Ten or so months later, his resilience has borne fruit.

I thought a lot about their last match, at the ATP Finals, yesterday. Sinner won it 7–6 (4), 7–5, but I didn’t read much into it because Alcaraz tweaked his hamstring when the match was still young and even. Now I’m wondering if the players did draw a lot on what happened that day. The points in the Monte-Carlo final looked very different—slow clay here, fast hard there—but the major beats of the matches were the same. Sinner narrowly escaped being broken at 5–6 in both first sets before winning them in tiebreaks, and won both second sets from a break down. Carlos has had the mental edge in the rivalry for a couple years now; he’d be down 9–8 in the head-to-head instead of leading it 10–7 were it not for his match point saves. Jannik might have taken it from him.

I wrote recently about how Sinner’s style tends to strip his matches of their drama and entertainment value, given the lack of available solutions for the puzzle called “an unyielding storm of nearly perfect serves and ground strokes.” But Alcaraz has always been the lone opponent against whom Sinner’s gears begin to shriek and spark. You saw it early. Sinner, unbreakable in his semifinal, unceremoniously dropped his opening service game. With a break point in hand at 4–4, Sinner missed a forehand by a mile. (I heard the thud of Alexander Zverev punching a wall.) Jannik found his first serve late in the set and masqueraded as Ivo Karlovic for a while, repeatedly thundering service winners in the tiebreak. At 6–4, he blasted a bomb down the T; Alcaraz was so far back on the return that I couldn’t see him when he made precarious contact. The return floated delicately down the middle of the court from its invisible sender, barely over the net and short in the court, there for the pummeling. Sinner somehow netted it.