Tennis Imagines

Alexander Zverev - RG 18

''Well, if he's keeping that attitude he'll never win.''

''Damn, he's throwing with rackets now. He must be crazy.''

''Are you sure you picked the right guy y/n?''

You were going crazy while hearing all these comments, your friends were absolutely making fun of Alexander in the wrong way. You looked at Alexander, who was almost eating himself up because of the anger he had. Yes, he threw a racket at the ground but that wasn't an excuse for your friends to act the way they did.

Although you never liked it when Alexander showed his anger issues on court, you did understand him. He just wasn't playing the way he should be playing, he was playing bad and you knew how much he wanted to win this edition of Roland Garros. Or at least come further then he did last year, which was the fourth round. Pressure was on him because all the media were talking about him how he never reached a final of a Grand Slam, and how he was supposed to do that since he was number three of the world right now. You sighed deeply, seeing that Alexander gave his serve game in.

''You must admit, y/n, Sascha is playing awfully bad. Even I can't bare to see him like this,'' his father said while he nodded and sighed deeply. You shrugged your shoulders, ''yeah, he is but that doesn't mean that my friends can talk like that about him'' you answered and you grabbed your sunglasses, ''or that he is going to lose.''

You put on your sunglasses and watched how Alexander even ate a banana aggressively during the mini break. You tried to make eye contact with him, but he seemed to avoid you and he stood up again. The crowd began to clap slowly as also his rival Dusan Lajovic. ''I would hate for him to lose too,'' his father added and you both hoped for the best.

Nearly an hour later, Alexander had won the next set and things started to look brightly again. But after all of you had a minute of hope he lost the third set again, which meant that Lajovic only needed one more set to throw Alexander out of the French Open. You felt bad and you felt sick, you knew what this meant to Alexander and you just didn't want him to lose. So there the five of you sat, Alexander senior, your three friends and you crossing your fingers and hoping for the best.

It was match point for Alexander and you stood up out of your chair, yelling for him. ''Come on Sascha! You can do this'' you screamed and you heard your voice crack. You felt a hand on your shoulder and when you looked to your left, you saw Alexander senior smiling brightly. The whole crowd was silent and Alexander served a beautiful serve, which made Lajovic unable to even answer. He won. He was through to the third round, it didn't matter to you how long it took and how he got there, he was through and he won.

You gave Alexander's father a hug and kissed your friends and grabbed your Germany flag. As a great girlfriend, you held up the flag, waving it while everyone was clapping madly. You saw Alexander walking to the net, giving Lajovic a handshake and he also gave the empire a handshake. He got to the crowd and that's where you noticed, he smiled and he waved – but he still didn't look at you, and he didn't seem as happy as he was supposed to be. Clearly, he was faking his smile and you could see right through it. You wondered why though, he pulled himself together and managed to win the match which was a great performance, at least that's how you saw it.

Thirty minutes later you made your way to the dressing room after signing a few kids your autograph. It was your free day, but tomorrow it was your time to show the world what you were made of. And it sure wasn't an easy match you were facing. You had to play against Jelena Ostapenko in your first round, the winner of last year. From what you saw on the internet and what you saw during her practice, you weren't feeling too sure about it.