Reading Between the Lines
Reading Between the Lines
Reading Between the Lines
In an algorithm-dominated world, Iga Swiatek is loyal to books.
In an algorithm-dominated world, Iga Swiatek is loyal to books.
By Courtney Nguyen
April 23, 2026
Iga Świątek: Bookworm.
Iga Świątek: Bookworm.
World Book and Copyright Day is an annual event organized by UNESCO to recognize the power of books as a bridge between generations and across cultures. It is celebrated on April 23 to honor William Shakespeare, Miguel de Cervantes, and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega, who all died on that day.
In a world of screen-addicted doomscrollers, Iga Swiatek remains a steadfast breath of fresh air. The 24-year-old Pole has happily served as tennis’ resident bibliophile and reading evangelist, using the spotlight she’s earned as a six-time Grand Slam champion to encourage her Gen Z cohorts to put down their phones and crack open a book.
Why escape with an algorithm full of contextless short-burst content when you can disappear into the rich inner of lives fully lived and worlds meticulously built?
Swiatek’s love for fiction crystallized in her teens. It was Ken Follett’s 1,000-page tome The Pillars of the Earth that first opened her eyes to the power of the written word. Swiatek had never read a book so long and dense, yet she easily devoured the historical epic and wanted more. Follett still occupies the No. 1 and No. 2 spots on her list of favorite books.
“It just made me feel less lonely in the world,” Swiatek said in 2023. “It was just fun mixed with spending time well and getting to know the people that you read about. It’s more like you felt like they are your friends.”
Even as Swiatek’s Hall of Fame career has taken her from the quiet anonymity of the Polish suburbs into a globe-trotting, internationally recognized star, books remain her touchstone. Whether she’s winning or losing, her ever-present Kindle serves as a security blanket of sorts. Reading brings her peace and balance. Her TBR pile—“To Be Read”—is digital as well, a place where she jots down the literary ephemera that crosses her path on any given day. As with any and all book nerds, Swiatek’s TBR is growing faster than she can knock titles off the list. And while she remains coy of its specific contents, the books run the gamut of literary classics, modern biographies, historical fiction, and psychology books.
“Obviously I get many books, but I don’t really travel with them because it’s pretty hard to carry all of that,” Swiatek told me this week in Madrid. “I have a list of books that people tell me to read or I saw on the internet, and it’s getting bigger and bigger because obviously reading takes some time. I read basically every day a little bit, and I love that. That’s the best way to spend time.”
In March, Swiatek relaunched her Reading With Iga challenge wherein she once again challenged her fans to read at least 12 books over the year. The first iteration of the initiative came in 2023 and was accompanied by regular book reviews from Swiatek. In a sea of elevator selfies and funny pet content, there was the then-world No. 1 offering earnest dissection of the material. This year, she has already posted reviews of Paul Murray’s The Bee Sting and Asako Yuzuki’s Butter.
“Obviously I love fiction, so anytime I have a good fiction book, I’m going to pick it because it’s just fun for me,” Swiatek said. “But at the top of my TBR list are some books about psychology and biographies that I want to read just to get to know about the world a little bit better. They are at the top because I feel they can also give me some perspective and help me learn some stuff.
“But somehow, if I have a fiction book, that will always be at the top of the pile.”
Nowadays, Swiatek is in her Cultural Curiosity Era. Reading is an escape from reality for her. She craves spending time in a world that bears little resemblance, at least on the surface, to her own. After reading Min Jin Lee’s Pachinko and Yuzuki’s Butter, she is now in the midst of Wild Swan: Three Daughters of China by Jung Chang.
“It’s about three generations of women in China from the second World War and on,” she said. “It’s really interesting. I love historical fiction, even though I think this is not actually fiction.
“It’s interesting because you can get to know the culture more and get some perspective.”
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A Return to Love
A Return to Love
A Return to Love
Joe Salisbury comes back from a mental health hiatus.
Joe Salisbury comes back from a mental health hiatus.
By Simon Cambers
April 21, 2026
Joe Salisbury at the Tour Finals in Turn last fall, where he made the finals with partner Neal Skupski. // Getty
Joe Salisbury at the Tour Finals in Turn last fall, where he made the finals with partner Neal Skupski. // Getty
Last year, Joe Salisbury reached two Grand Slam finals and four other finals on the doubles circuit, including the ATP Finals. The former world No. 1, who has seven majors to his name, was seemingly in top form and excited about his partnership with Neal Skupski, his fellow Briton.
It was at the ATP Finals in Turin, though, that Salisbury revealed something that had apparently been brewing for a while: He was suffering from acute anxiety and would be taking a lengthy break from the sport. It was a revelation that would resonate with many other tennis players, not to mention sportsmen and -women around the world. In an age when there are cameras everywhere and when social media allows fans to access their favorite players more than ever, players are under a lot of stress. And the fact is, you can never tell what’s going on in someone’s mind.
Mental-health-related issues, from depression to panic attacks, anxiety to burnout, are commonplace in society, and Salisbury is just one in a long line of players to suffer. Naomi Osaka, Amanda Anisimova, Bianca Andreescu, Andrey Rublev, Marketa Vondrousova, and Emil Ruusuvouri are among a growing number to detail their challenges.
It was only when Salisbury chatted with the BBC’s Russell Fuller, after the Turin final, that he revealed what he had been going through, detailing episodes of heart palpitations, feelings of dread, and feeling sick to his stomach with fear. Like Osaka and Anisimova before him, he needed a break, and so he did just that, focusing on his personal life—he got engaged to his girlfriend in January—and getting help. Too often tennis is talked up as a “survival of the fittest,” with any hint of weakness frowned upon. Salisbury, who is back on the tour with a new partner in Francisco Cabral, had not originally intended to be so open about his issues but is happy that he did.
“I guess I probably shared more than I was planning to at the time, but I don’t think that was a bad thing,” he said in an interview in Monte-Carlo earlier this month, his first tournament back. “I had a lot of messages of support from people, either just offering support or people saying they’re going through similar things, so I think being honest about things is never a bad thing. Sometimes it frees you up to deal with it and to accept it. I think lots of the time we try to hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves or maybe feel ashamed about. But I think often just being open about these things makes it easier to deal with and often helps other people as well.”
Salisbury didn’t find the actual act of playing tennis difficult; after all, he and Skupski reached six finals last year, and he ended the year ranked No. 10. Instead, it was behind the scenes, often during long periods away from home, where the anxiety ramped up.
“It was mostly around the tennis,” he said. “Often, once I got on the court—you kind of get yourself in a performance state, which is maybe slightly different to your personality and character off the court—often, I would be feeling okay. Not all the time, but it was more just around the tournaments, around the matches, where I’d not be feeling good and had to deal with it.”
Salisbury has tried medication but doesn’t like it. “I did have some, which I got prescribed if I wanted or needed to use it, but I don’t like to, and I’ve only ever tried it a few times, so normally I don’t take it,” he said. Instead, he has turned to experts for help on the mental side, as well as his coaches. Now, though he knows there may be tough patches ahead, he believes this year will be better than last.
“I feel better now,” he said. “I feel good. I feel like I’m more equipped to deal with it and hopefully to overcome it. I think it’s a big thing for me that I want to be able to deal with it and be comfortable with it. It’s probably not something that will ever completely go away, but I feel like it’s a challenge that I want to face and to become happier, kind of on and off the court, with my tennis, and…whether I play tennis for another year, two years, five years, whatever I want that to be, [I want it to be] because I decide that it’s the right time to stop for other reasons, not because of this.”
The support from other players, as well as people inside and outside of tennis, was enormously helpful. Now Salisbury wants to help others who are going through something similar.
“Of course, I’m happy to talk to anyone about it,” he said. “I’ve experienced it for quite a long time and had to deal with it in lots of different situations, and I think I’ve become quite good at managing it. I’d be happy to speak to anybody or to help anybody else that wanted to.”
Salisbury is enjoying the energy that Cabral brings to the court but admits he would like to play with Skupski again at some stage. “I was kind of saying to Neal, it’s up to him. Obviously, he started the year with Christian, and they won the Australian Open, so they are going to stay together for the year. But I really enjoy playing with Neal. So, in the future, maybe we’ll team up again.”
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Arthur Fils Is Up To the Task
Stress Test
Stress Test
Arthur Fils is up to the task.
Arthur Fils is up to the task.
By Giri Nathan
April 20, 2026
Arthur Fils during the Munich final, in which he defeated Andrey Rublev. // Getty
Arthur Fils during the Munich final, in which he defeated Andrey Rublev. // Getty
I’ve seen just one live match at an ATP tournament in 2026, and what dumb luck that it was the Arthur Fils victory over Tommy Paul in the Miami Open quarterfinal. Two of the best all-around athletes in tennis found themselves in a battle with the narrowest margins and the finest shotmaking. Zero breaks of serve, a flurry of 100 mph ground strokes, and to decide it all, a third-set tiebreak, where Fils heroically erased four straight Paul match points and stole the win, 6–7(3), 7–6(4), 7–6(6). Even Miami’s stadium-within-a-stadium, which can often feel so desolate and misshapen, was full of real energy. Easily the best tour match of the year for me and the loudest possible reminder of the talent of the 21-year-old Frenchman.
I needed the reminder because of how long he’d been absent from the court. Fils arrived at Roland-Garros last year at a career-high ranking of No. 14, but also with full awareness that he had a stress fracture in his back. He chose to stick around and win two rounds anyway—his first-ever victories at his home Slam—and only then withdrew from the tournament. Fils had dealt with back issues as a teenager, so it was an injury he felt familiar with, though as he later admitted in an interview with French outlet 20 Minutes, that familiarity might have led him to “skip some steps” in his return to action. After withdrawing in Paris he was back on tour just two months later in Toronto. And after just two matches in Toronto he shut it down again. It would be eight more months before he returned for good.
This time, he gradually built his body back, rushing nothing. And with his team, Fils plotted out ways to make his ultraphysical game style easier on his back—changing certain stances, not overrelying on kick serves—though he said that implementing these changes fully would take time, because he’d been playing a certain way for 15 years. What we’ve seen in the past few months bodes very well for the next 15 years.
Since returning in February, Fils has filled a certain void on the ATP. If the search for a challenger to the Sinner-Alcaraz duopoly feels futile, it’s because the parameters are so ridiculously strict. With their supercharged style of play, Sincaraz have raised the standard of athleticism on the ATP, such that any realistic challenger would need to have both top-end speed and top-end power, two traits that rarely coincide in the same athlete. Scanning the players younger than them, you can see Learner Tien (with the speed but not the power) or Joao Fonseca (the power but not the speed), but in Arthur Fils you can see both at the same time. It’s not even that Fils has played the most convincing matches against the two tyrants of the tour so far, because he hasn’t; it’s that at his best, he possesses the right physical and technical attributes to stress-test them in the years ahead.
Though he’s not quite there yet. Fils returned to tour in February, sporting a forehand with a shortened takeback. In just his third tournament back, he made the final in Doha—where he lost to Alcaraz in 50 minutes, if you needed to throw some ice water on the notion in the above paragraph. But he’s kept up those deep runs at every event since. Quarterfinals in Indian Wells, semifinals in Miami, and now a win in Barcelona, his fourth ATP 500 title. Watching him play the championship match against Andrey Rublev, I could see the gulf between these two as players. Where Rublev is a one-dimensional attack, a world-destroying bweh forehand attached to a serviceable two-hander, Fils did damage on both wings, playing with magnificent shape and moving much better to boot. Watching Fils on clay, in fact, reminded me of the golden days of Dominic Thiem. Can you see it? A fleet-footed RPM monster, never out of the rally, willing to trade body blows until medical death, capable of winners that clear the net by 10 feet. It’s a game style that few are physically stout enough to even attempt, but Fils, at just age 21 and freshly returned from injury, appears to be up to the task. Perhaps he, like Thiem, can occasionally defy the gods of his own era, even if he can’t unseat them completely.
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Twists and Turns
Twists and Turns
Twists and Turns
Jannik Sinner is in the ascendency in his rivalry with Carlos Alcaraz.
Jannik Sinner is in the ascendency in his rivalry with Carlos Alcaraz.
By Owen Lewis
April 13, 2026
Sinner is a winner in Monte Carlo. // Getty
Sinner is a winner in Monte Carlo. // Getty
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.
Yet Alcaraz, he of the match point saves, the winner of all three of his tiebreaks on clay against Sinner in 2025, offered a thank-you gift bigger than the original present by double-faulting the set away on the next point. You can rationalize most shockingly bad tennis shots if you try hard enough: That Alcaraz return at 4–6 was really quite low, and Sinner does get tight against his rival. Alcaraz was probably spooked by the threat of Sinner’s backhand return at 5–6, not wanting to get speared by a down-the-line winner like the one Jannik had hit a few games earlier. Still, when Alcaraz’s serve landed long, I was shocked.
And the second set! When Alcaraz broke serve at 1–1 with one of those points that only he can play (look at that blue blur on the far side of the court; how does he run like that?), it felt like a turning point. It felt like we were now headed for a four-hour thriller, the kind that people who couldn’t watch would insist was one of the best matches ever after checking out the highlights. (Those of us who really did watch would annoyingly remind them of all the forehand unforced errors.) Instead, the comeback never quite got off the ground. Alcaraz streaked to 40–love at 2–1 but let Sinner drag him into a drawn-out succession of deuces; though Carlos held, it gave Jannik the confidence not to flag. Sinner’s crunching forehands didn’t let Alcaraz have another game for the rest of the match, leaving him with a groaning grocery list of missed opportunities from this match to obsess over. Typically Alcaraz is the one dishing the list out. Blame the weather, maybe, but it feels like Sinner is in the ascendancy in the rivalry.
It’s interesting, both players’ inability to shake the other. “We aspire to be as good as him and hopefully one day be better than him, but at the moment we’re chasing Carlos, and we’ll continue to do that,” Darren Cahill said of Sinner after the 2024 Australian Open. Two years and change later, Sinner’s still chasing, except he’s now three major titles behind instead of one. (Though Sinner has gained ground in other areas, like weeks at No. 1 and Masters 1000s.) Then there’s Alcaraz—he’s inflicted pretty much the maximum imaginable amount of pain upon Sinner during their rivalry, dating back to their very first match in the Challenges, which Alcaraz won from 3–0 down in the third set. And still Jannik keeps throwing improved versions of himself at Carlos and vacuuming up any tournament in which they don’t play each other with ease. He’s now won four straight Masters 1000s, with the Tour Finals thrown in for good measure, dropping just one set across all those runs. He’s the first to win Indian Wells, Miami, and Monte-Carlo (Sunshine Triple? Wind Triple?) since Novak Djokovic. He also happened to grab the No. 1 ranking back from Carlos with this win.
After a brutal loss to Djokovic in Melbourne and a puzzling one to Jakub Mensik in Doha, Sinner has won 17 straight and is back in the driver’s seat ahead of Roland-Garros, which he’s said is his biggest goal of the season. He’ll want revenge over Alcaraz for the heartbreaking loss there in 2025 and the merely nauseating one in 2024. He can also prevent his rival from winning a third straight major, after Alcaraz swiped his US and Australian Open titles. If he can’t, you can imagine the press conference: “I think Jannik did a great job to get to No. 1. He won Indian Wells, Miami, and Monte-Carlo.”
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Home Court Advantage For Valentin Vacherot
Local Hero
Local Hero
It's home court advantage for Valentin Vacherot.
It's home court advantage for Valentin Vacherot.
By Giri Nathan
April 10, 2026
Valentin Vacherot on his local courts this week. // Getty
Valentin Vacherot on his local courts this week. // Getty
Respectfully: I had gone many decades of life without considering the notion of “Monegasque” identity, or even seeing the word “Monegasque.” I knew what Monaco was, of course. But I somehow hadn’t wrapped my head around the concept of being born there and living there full-time. I thought it was just a place you went to in order to hide from taxation, board big boats, gamble large sums, watch fast cars, things of that nature. It was only in the past few years, when I began to learn about Formula 1, that the word even entered my lexicon, courtesy of driver Charles Leclerc.
In fairness, my impression about Monaco wasn’t totally off base: According to a 2025 analysis by the Monegasque Institute of Statistics and Economic Studies, of its tiny population of 38,857 residents, only 24 percent are Monegasque by nationality. One member of that vanishingly small subgroup is the 27-year-old tennis player Valentin Vacherot. If you know the name at all, it is probably due to his freak performance at the Shanghai Masters last year. Refresher course: Despite being ranked No. 204 in the world, and despite having only won a single 1000-level match in his career, he won the entire tournament. Also, he had to beat his own cousin—Arthur Rinderknech, who was himself on an uncharacteristic heater—in the championship match. Vacherot became the first player from Monaco ever to win an ATP title, and the lowest-ranked player ever to win a Masters title.
What’s remarkable is that Vacherot has backed up that result ever since. With a sturdy serve-and-forehand foundation, plus great rally tolerance and movement at 6 foot 4, Vacherot simply looks the part of a top 30 ATP player and has given no indication of an imminent return to pumpkin state. He has improved his ranking to No. 23 in the world. Since the end of his dream run in Shanghai, he has been competing at a higher layer of the tennis atmosphere—tour-level events—and he has gone a sterling 16–9. That includes a quarterfinal at the Paris Masters, a third-round showing at the Australian Open, the round of 16 in Miami.
That sterling record also includes the hot streak he’s enjoyed this week on his home courts. Vacherot was born in Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, which lies in France, just outside the periphery of Monaco. It is in Roqueburne-Cap-Martin where you will find the misleadingly named Monte-Carlo Country Club, which is not actually in the Monte Carlo area of Monaco, nor inside Monaco at all. Vacherot grew up hanging out and playing at the tennis club, which is a training base for tons of top ATP players, many of whom reside in nearby Monaco. It also hosts the Monte-Carlo Masters. That was his favorite week of the year, as Vacherot recalled in a recent episode of the AO podcast. He’d pray that it fell during his school vacation, so that he could stay on site from 9 a.m. to 7 p.m., watching matches and getting autographs. Much later on, in 2023, 2024, and 2025, the local boy was awarded a wild card to compete in the main draw of that tournament. This year, he didn’t require the club’s generosity at all, because he was ranked so high he nearly had a seed next to his name—a measure of the distance he’d traveled in such a short span.
On Wednesday, Vacherot took down his first big opponent of the season: Lorenzo Musetti, last year’s runner-up at this tournament, who is now working his way back from the leg injury he suffered while up two sets on Novak Djokovic in Australia. Musetti isn’t yet back to the peak of his clay-court artistry, and Vacherot brought some of his best tennis of the year to complete the upset. “If someone had told me that my first top 5 win of the season would be here in the night session on this center court I’ve been hitting on since I’m 6 years, [I’d say] nothing can beat that,” Vacherot said after the win, which he spent riling up the home crowd.
For this one stop on the tour, Vacherot is the marquee name, and on Thursday it was he, not Jannik Sinner or Carlos Alcaraz, who got the last slot on Court Rainier III. His opponent was another Monaco resident, though not a native son: the great Hubi Hurkacz, finding his footing after a right knee surgery last year, who broke a seven-match losing streak here. Looking at their matchup on the scoreboard, it’s hard to miss that the Monaco flag is the Polish flag upside down. Vacherot came out sharper, racing out to 4–0 in the first set, only to lose it in a tiebreak. The character of the match changed with the passage of time. On paper, it was a battle of big servers, but in the cold wet reality of Thursday night, the balls slowed down and the rallies lengthened dramatically. Neither player could produce an easy winner; the tennis got scrappy and grunty. Vacherot, who said that he relishes a marathon match, triumphed after nearly three hours, to the delight of his friends and family at the club. He became the only Monegasque player ever to make it to the quarterfinal stage of this tournament.
“I’d rather win Monte Carlo than a Grand Slam, if I could, to be honest,” Vacherot said on the aforementioned podcast, reflecting on how integral this tournament is to his history. He’s now two wins away from realizing that unlikely dream. Perhaps it helps to have pulled off the whole unlikely dream thing before.
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The Coach Approach
The Coach Approach
The Coach Approach
The coaching carousel turns, but are full-time coaches even necessary?
The coaching carousel turns, but are full-time coaches even necessary?
By Simon Cambers
April 8, 2026
Mark Petchey and Emma Raducanu renewed their partnership at Indian Wells this year. // Getty
Mark Petchey and Emma Raducanu renewed their partnership at Indian Wells this year. // Getty
The coaching merry-go-round began early this year. Usually it’s an end-of-season-type thing, a clear-out before the new year, but things have been moving fast, with Iga Swiatek and Emma Raducanu at the heart of a spring clean. Swiatek split with Wim Fissette, who helped her win Wimbledon last summer, as she looks to regain confidence and form, while Raducanu parted ways with Francisco Roig, who then worked with Giovanni Mpetshi Perricard for about five minutes before hooking up with Swiatek at the Rafa Nadal Academy, with the man himself on hand in the background.
Who would want to be a coach these days? Even success doesn’t bring security. It’s less than a year since Swiatek won Wimbledon, for which Fissette was given due credit, and yet the Belgian lost his job when her confidence deserted her. In an interview with The Athletic last week, Fissette said patience is a rare quality in tennis. “There are some teams that can stay really calm under, let’s say, difficult conditions,” he said. “Others feel like something needs to change. As in every sport, it’s always first the coach that has to go.”
It’s highly likely that Swiatek will find form under Roig, especially with Nadal, a genuine hero of hers, on hand to offer support and advice these past few days. And Fissette will doubtless land another big job soon, with Amanda Anisimova among big names looking for a new coach.
Do all players even really need a full-time coach? Players of Raducanu’s earning power can afford big teams if they want, picking and choosing between whom they confide in. In the past few years, she has seemed happiest when working with Mark Petchey, the former British player and early-career coach of Andy Murray. Petchey couldn’t be full-time if he wanted to, thanks to his TV commitments. Perhaps that’s exactly what works for Raducanu, someone she trusts but who can’t be there every day, so is less likely to get on her nerves.
Raducanu is a fascinating case. Every time she changes coach—and in truth, it’s been often—she is criticized. Stay with someone for longer than a few months, she is told. Get a legend to help you. The funny thing is that though Raducanu appears ruthless in her decision-making, the opposite is the truth, at least going by her words to the BBC in Indian Wells recently.
“I have had a lot of people telling me what to do, how to play, and it hasn’t necessarily fit,” she said. “I want to come back to my natural way of playing. That takes time to relearn because that’s something that has been coached out of me a little bit. I don’t necessarily want to have one coach in the role because anyone I bring in is straightaway going to be scrutinized—even if it’s a trial. I might feel the pressure to stick with them, even if it’s not necessarily the right decision.
“I would love to have a coach that works well, but I don’t think it’s necessarily going to be easy to find one person and they are going to check every box. I definitely have my mind open to it. It’s just that I would rather someone not come in and tell me, ‘Let’s do this,’ and I disagree with it but have to listen to them.”
Maybe Raducanu just doesn’t like being told what to do. And she doesn’t have to; she’s the one paying the bills.
When the likes of Rod Laver and Ken Rosewall ruled the roost, they didn’t have someone in their pocket day in, day out. They used Harry Hopman, Australia’s legendary Davis Cup captain, as a sounding board when they needed him, and that worked nicely.
Likewise, Roger Federer did very nicely when he split from the late Peter Lundgren at the end of 2003. Lundgren had helped him win his first Grand Slam title that year, at Wimbledon, but Federer went off on his own, and in 2004, he won three of the four Slams, trusting his talent. He had plenty of people he could speak to behind the scenes, of course, but he didn’t have that constant that players are so often told they need.
Nick Kyrgios played for much of his career without a full-time coach; Novak Djokovic doesn’t have a full-time coach right now. As he said in Indian Wells: “I’m okay with that. I feel I have what I need. I don’t think that right now I’m ready to, again, at this stage of my career, bring somebody completely new and go through the same process of getting to know each other.”
Darren Cahill, the coach of Jannik Sinner since 2022, believes the optimum length of time for a coach to be with a player is about three to four years. In that time, the Australian says, a player will have learned everything the coach has to give. Some players stick with their coach for longer. Alex de Minaur has been with Adolpho Gutierrez since he was 9; if you can find that great, long-term player-coach relationship, that’s great.
But everyone has different needs. Raducanu didn’t like where her game was going under Roig, and so she cut ties. Fair enough. Swiatek is in the business of winning Slams, and if she felt she needed a change, then so be it.
Coaches work so closely with players these days—going out for dinner each night, hanging around with them all day—that when the cut comes, it can hurt. But the coach should also know that it’s not worth taking things too personally. The merry-go-round continues.
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Talia Gibson: From Out of Nowhere
From Out of Nowhere
From Out of Nowhere
Talia Gibson Has Power to Spare.
Talia Gibson Has Power to Spare.
By Giri Nathan
April 3, 2026
Talia Gibson during her match with Iva Jovic in Miami. // Getty
Talia Gibson during her match with Iva Jovic in Miami. // Getty
In winning the Sunshine Double, champions Aryna Sabalenka and Jannik Sinner each won 12 matches across Indian Wells and Miami. An astounding feat. Across those same two tournaments, meanwhile, one WTA player won 11 matches. Granted, some of those matches were in the qualifying rounds, but many others were against the very best players in the world. The sudden emergence of 21-year-old Talia Gibson was wild to witness.
Ranked No. 118 at the start of the season, the young Australian had not given us any omen that such a blistering run of form was coming. Right before coming to the Californian desert, Gibson was playing at the W100 in Bengaluru, where she lost in straight sets to the world No. 160. At that point, she had managed only four wins over top 100 players in her entire career. And then across the next few weeks in Indian Wells and Miami, she beat five top 20 players. What gives?
Within a few seconds of watching her, it’s clear that Gibson is a ball-striker’s ball-striker. Power is increasingly the currency of this sport, and she has plenty to spare on both wings. The backhand in particular I could watch all day—a swooping strike that she even likes to take inside out on occasion. She’s hard to push behind the baseline as she camps out and makes early, bruising contact on one ball after another. No matter how casual her swing, that ball moves; it’s the sort of power we have come to expect out of those named Elena Rybakina or Amanda Anisimova. These are lofty names to be throwing around a player who has been at this level for only a month, and Gibson may well just be on an anomalous heater…but there are players who go their entire careers without ever revealing weapons like these. So perhaps there is something real here to build on.
If you asked any of the top players upset by Gibson in March, I suspect they would say that there’s definitely something real here. In Indian Wells, she won two rounds of qualifying, then a first-round against world No. 41 Ann Li, which was the best win of her career to date, although that mark was immediately obsoleted by her next three wins, over the world No. 11, No. 17, and No. 7 (or Ekaterina Alexandrova, Clara Tauson, and Jasmine Paolini, respectively). A quarterfinal appearance at Indian Wells, for a qualifier, who had won only two WTA main-draw matches heading into the 2026 season. Surely a fluke?
Not at all. In Miami, she was back in the qualifying rounds, and then springing back out of them to pull off. Eventually she took out No. 15 Naomi Osaka in straight sets, a match where the neutral observer might find themselves tallying up the players who can now match Osaka in the high-speed shoot-outs she used to dominate, a testament to how deep the sport has gotten in even the past few years. From there, Gibson moved on to crushing No. 17 Iva Jovic, the teenage prodigy who nevertheless appeared to be playing tennis from a lower weight class. Gibson cracked returns for casual winners, winning a staggering 81 percent of her points when returning Jovic second serves. Eventually Gibson had her fun ended in the fourth round by Rybakina, who reasserted the true hierarchy of power players on tour.
But by that point Gibson had stacked lots of wins and altered the course of her whole season. At world No. 56, she’ll no longer have to claw through qualifying in these 1000-level tournaments, and she doesn’t have too many points to defend for the rest of the season.
Australia hasn’t had a tip-top player on the women’s side since Ash Barty hung up her racquets. There’s a buzz around the 19-year-old Maya Joint, now ranked No. 31 in the world and currently on a rough six-match losing streak. Which of these two prospects will go higher in tennis depends on what skills will be rewarded in the future. Joint has assembled a more successful full season but hasn’t yet had as much success against top players as Gibson has had in just the last month. Joint moves around the court with more ease, but Gibson can gain control of the rally with any given superpowered ground stroke. In the era of Sabalenka-Rybakina duopoly—surely shaped by the current facts of court speed and racquet tech and tennis ball quality, which may well change—fortune seems to favor the bigger bashers.
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Talent is the Armor That Protects Aryna Sabalenka
Demons
Demons
Talent is the armor that protects Aryna Sabalenka.
Talent is the armor that protects Aryna Sabalenka.
By Owen Lewis
March 25, 2026
David Bartholow
David Bartholow
In her press conference after losing the Australian Open final in January, Aryna Sabalenka couldn’t stop laughing. She was angry after losing to Madison Keys in the same match a year earlier, annihilating her racquet after match point. Dropping the Roland-Garros final to Coco Gauff in June after hitting 70 unforced errors made her feel something even worse. “Once a year even a stick shoots,” she said, disgustedly, as Elena Rybakina hit her off the court in the championship match of November’s WTA Finals. When my friends and I talk about who we think will win a tournament, I sometimes say, “Whoever plays Sabalenka in the final.” By the time Rybakina beat Sabalenka again in Melbourne this year—Aryna won five straight games to go up 3–0 in the third set; she had the match sewn up—there seemed to be no new negative emotions for Aryna to feel. Her laughter was regretful, dark, fatalistic, but still. The best player in the world’s inability to close out a tournament had become comedic.
Had Sabalenka fallen short yet again in the Indian Wells final, watching her press conference would have felt intrusive. “I’m so done losing these big finals,” she had said earlier in the week; when I read the quote, I figured it’d been said partially in jest, but Sabalenka didn’t have a trace of humor in her voice. She’d already cycled through—hell, maybe invented—the five stages of grief in top-level tennis: fury, heartbreak, confusion, rationalization, and nihilistic laughter. Some untold horror awaited her if she lost once more.
It looked imminent at a number of moments in the Indian Wells final, a Rybakina rematch. The matchup between the current two best players in the world is an odd one. Rybakina gives Sabalenka hell every time but tends to bleed faster when a match grows teeth, so she often loses in three sets if she can’t win in two. Rybakina breezed through the first set and went up an early break in the second before beginning to fade. She lost serve at 1–1 in the decider despite going up 40–love—something that should never happen given her top-flight serve, but it’s somehow unsurprising when she drifts into the ghostly background of one of her own matches. Not without difficulty, Sabalenka maintained the break throughout the set and served for the match at 5–4.
Of how many dominant No. 1-ranked players in history can you expect failure in that situation, and be right? Sabalenka only won one point in the game. But even I didn’t bargain for the three second-serve return errors she missed at break point up in the following game. This was the Australian Open final again, but magnified, each vital mistake she made there reproduced here in sharper and more agonizing color.
Sabalenka’s vices and virtues collided in a deciding-set tiebreak. Since the start of 2025, she has demonstrated a confusing excellence in breakers. You’d think a player so susceptible to the pressure of late-round matches would come apart in the emotional horror movie of a first-to-seven, win by two. But it’s as if the proximity of the finish line, even if she’s not first over it, frees Sabalenka from her demons. She won 19 straight tiebreaks in 2025. Here, she and Rybakina exquisitely teetered their way to five–all, at which point Elena thrashed a backhand winner down the line, giving her a match point on serve.
In the same situation in Melbourne, Rybakina hit an ace, then celebrated her career-defining triumph as if she’d unexpectedly found a quarter in her pocket. This time, her first serve was more tentative, landing closer to the middle of the box. Sabalenka returned it with authority, then, on her next shot, lashed a backhand winner at an acute crosscourt angle. It spent approximately a millisecond in my field of vision and felt like it cleared the net by a fly’s wing. It was an even braver backhand than Rybakina had just hit, struck under even more pressure. When Sabalenka had a match point of her own, she went for broke on the serve. Rybakina’s return sailed long. Sabalenka wept at the sky and clutched the air hard, as if seizing something ephemeral suddenly made tangible.
I am consistently floored by how good Sabalenka is. On a tour including Rybakina, Gauff, Iga Swiatek, Amanda Anisimova, and a fleet of other high-ceiling challengers, Sabalenka is a clear class above everybody and has been for 75 weeks and counting. Teenage terrors Victoria Mboko and Iva Jovic are already scaling the rankings; Sabalenka played both at the Australian Open and didn’t drop a set. She hasn’t missed a major quarterfinal since 2022, hasn’t lost in straight sets at a major since 2020, and has been in 12 of the last 14 major semifinals (of the two missing, she didn’t play one tournament and got sick in another). Most of her records are on hard court, but she’s a two-time Wimbledon semifinalist (and had to skip the tournament in 2022 and 2024) and a three-time Madrid champion, and she ended Swiatek’s 26-match winning streak at Roland-Garros by bageling her in the third set. Though her accomplishments haven’t yet caught up to Swiatek’s, Sabalenka feels like the defining player of the generation.
As I write this, Martina Navratilova just cried, “Queen Aryna!” on Tennis Channel at a successful Sabalenka serve-and-volley. Sabalenka has a drop shot in her arsenal, a net game. She hits sharp angles on both forehand and backhand as well as big blasts through the middle of the court. The strength of her second-serve return alone is enough to win many matches. Her defense, once a nonfactor in her game, is now yet another weapon. Sabalenka has yet to drop a set in Miami. Rybakina is making something of a challenge for the No. 1 ranking (she’s still more than 3,000 points behind), thanks to making three big finals in a row over the course of a few months. Sabalenka has been similarly reliable in getting to finals over the course of years.
And still, that vulnerability in those finals. She is incredibly susceptible to the chaos and anxiety wrought by a tennis match. In that way, her talent is an armor that protects her from the nerves. She’s bolstered it in every imaginable area.
But sometimes, that armor fails. The pressure of a final pierces it, or an opponent can match her on a given day. On those occasions, Sabalenka has to meet the moment with nothing but herself. It’s still when she’s most beatable, but Indian Wells proved it can also see her at her most spectacular.
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Peak Medvedev is Back
Medheads, Rejoice
Medheads, Rejoice
We are now re-entering an era of Peak Medvedev.
We are now re-entering an era of Peak Medvedev.
By Giri Nathan
March 20, 2026
Photo by David Bartholow.
Photo by David Bartholow.
Sometimes I compile a wish list at the start of the tennis season. I forgot to do it this year, but if I had, at the top would have been a Daniil Medvedev resurgence. Not that I would have written it down without any sheepishness. As much as I believe in his peculiar game, more than I believe in anyone else’s game in the rapidly obsoleting ’90s-born generation, the case for Medvedev’s relevance was getting shakier by the day. His 2025 season was a wasteland. His trademark on-court meltdowns continued at the usual rate, but he forgot to counterbalance them with the actual match wins. Not much fun when those proportions are off
I found myself in too many conversations where I insisted, “He’s the only guy that has recent wins over both of them at Slams,” only for the months to keep on passing by, such that a 2023 US Open win over Carlos Alcaraz and a 2024 Wimbledon win over Jannik Sinner got harder and harder to hang an argument on. And in the interim, Novak Djokovic took over as the guy with the most recent wins over both of them at Slams. Plus, Medvedev was entering his 30s, while the two boy-kings of the tour were barely into their 20s. Why exactly were anyone but his dead-end obsessives supposed to care about the man who won the 2021 US Open and reached world No. 1 in 2022, but in the meantime lost his potent serve and spent years attributing his decline to shoddier manufacturing of the tennis ball?
But Medvedev shook things up at the end of last year, splitting with longtime coach Gilles Cervara, replacing him with Thomas Johansson and Rohan Goetzke. Almost immediately he won a 250-level title in Kazakhstan, a sole bright spot at the end of a dim season. Then he started the 2026 season with two more early titles: a 250-level in Brisbane and a 500-level in Dubai. Though a fresh war severely complicated Medvedev’s travel plans—Dubai to Oman to Istanbul to Los Angeles was his eventual solution—he did make it to Indian Wells in time to compete in the year’s first 1000-level event. He had match momentum, and perhaps more important, the environment had been tweaked to his liking. The Indian Wells hard courts, known for being the slowest on tour—so slow that Medvedev complained in 2023, “I’m a specialist on hard court. This is not hard court”—sped up appreciably this year. That meant it would be easier to finish points, and given his persistent complaint that it is impossible to hit a winner on tour anymore without Sincaraz-level power, it would be a welcome change.
And Medvedev thrived. From Dubai through the first four matches at Indian Wells, he won 16 consecutive sets. His serve was big and accurate again, reminiscent of his peak years. And he’d managed to inject some much-needed pace back into his ground strokes. The core magic of Medvedev’s game is the infuriating trajectory of his ball through the air, and after the bounce—a flat, low projectile that cannot easily be attacked—but some extra pace and placement make him even more dangerous still. While Medvedev over the past few seasons had taken on the reputation of a defensive player prone to low-powered shots and lengthy rallies, it was fascinating to hear how differently he conceives of his own game. As he put it after his fourth-round win:
When I’m in confidence, I’m an aggressive player. If you look, like, the Grand Slam matches when I was making finals, I’ll play, like, Rublev or Felix, the guys you cannot be more aggressive than them, but I would hit more winners than them, because I would be great in defense to try to reduce their winners, but whenever I had opportunity, I could move in.
So of course when I’m a bit playing worse, that’s where I become defensive, but it’s not by choice, it’s more by when I’m playing not great, my shot power and everything drops a bit down, the percentage of the serve, et cetera.
So when I’m hitting the ball the way I hit now, I can be aggressive and can put a lot of pressure on my opponents and still being able to be great in defense, and that’s what makes it tough.
With that renewed aggression he restored a vision of peak Medvedev: the one who rattles off quick, unreturnable serves, barely pausing between points, holds, and then sinks deep behind the baseline, where he can put a lot of returns into play and stretch out the resulting rallies. Short and easy service games for him, long and excruciating service games for you—that’s how he looks when everything is clicking.
The Medvedev who took out Jack Draper in the quarterfinal looked like that. And the one who went on to upset Carlos Alcaraz in the semifinal, 6–3, 7–6(3), looked even more confident still. Sixteen matches into the season, Alcaraz finally lost his first match of 2026, and said afterward, “I have never seen Daniil playing like this.” The Medvedev forehand in particular was struck with a conviction I hadn’t seen since that win over Alcaraz in New York back in 2023. Since that day, he’d lost four matches in a row to the Spaniard, and this match in Indian Wells could have started turning in that direction when Alcaraz lined up two set points at 5–4 in the second. But Medvedev held his ground. He has internalized that he cannot win this matchup without taking slightly bigger risks and playing closer to the lines; any passivity can be punished by Alcaraz’s ability to end points at will, with his infinite menu of options. But Medvedev managed to reverse his fortunes against a player who had seemingly surpassed him for good.
The other player who fits that descriptor, Jannik Sinner, awaited Medvedev in the final. If Medvedev wanted to capture the last 1000-level hard-court title that still eludes him, he would have to consecutively beat the two players that no one else can manage to beat even once. (It might’ve been roughly comparable to David Nalbandian reeling off consecutive victories over the Big Three to win Madrid back in 2007.) Sinner had won their last three meetings since the upset at Wimbledon 2024, and he is the rare player on tour who does not fear backhand-to-backhand battles against Medvedev. It was a brilliant battle, a stress test of the renovations to Medvedev’s game, and, despite some real chances, a narrow loss, 7–6(6), 7–6(4). On the strength of the past few months, however, Medvedev reenters the top 10. He has very few points to defend the rest of the year and has shown that he can still hang with the untouchable duo at the top of the tour, despite using tools quite different from their ultra power and spin. I second Sinner’s post-match assessment: “I do believe that tennis needs him. He’s a very unique style of playing. Seeing him back at this level, it’s great.”
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The Great Outdoors
New Balance and Tommy Paul Go Outdoors
New Balance and Tommy Paul Go Outdoors
By Tim Newcomb
March 18, 2026
Image courtesy of New Balance.
Images courtesy of New Balance.
Tommy Paul, laid-back on an airboat, whipping through the Everglades: That’s the look New Balance is channeling with the release of a new special player edition CT-Rally v2 “Outdoor Court,” created alongside Paul and ready for the Miami Open courts.
The performance sneaker from the Boston-based brand has a true outdoor twist with a Realtree camo pattern reminiscent of Paul’s off-court lifestyle preferences, such as downtime spent on his family’s south New Jersey farm or in the wetlands of South Florida.
“Some of my favorite hours are spent outside, before sunrise,” Paul says. “I grew up working around the farm, tending to animals and fishing. These simple moments inspire and ground me, and creating a shoe that allows me to share my connection to nature on the court is truly special.”
The Outdoor Court version of one of New Balance’s most popular performance tennis sneakers is not exclusive to Paul and hits the retail market March 18. The version features the Realtree Edge camouflage pattern—one with a woodsy mix of browns, grays, and neutral tones—contrasted with an “electric blaze orange” New Balance logo. This is the first time Realtree camo has adorned a performance tennis shoe. The special edition retains the performance attributes of the Fresh Foam X cushioned model.
“The CT-Rally v2 Outdoor Court edition shares Tommy’s life in a way no other shoe could—reflecting his unique blend of grit, calm, and competitive drive,” says Josh Wilder, New Balance senior product manager. “We worked closely with Tommy to capture his connection to the outdoors and translate that into a design that feels original, personal, and truly unique in the tennis world.”
Image courtesy of New Balance
Images courtesy of New Balance.
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