Tiafoe in 3 sets. Grab your peanuts and popcorn, folks. I mean... lovebirds.
Nothing exudes "breathtaking spectacle" quite like a tennis matchup between Frances Tiafoe and Alexandre Muller on a cool and crisp afternoon, wouldn't you agree?
Tiafoe, traditionally reliable around this time of year, has been on a bit of a seesaw, winning and losing matches like he's picking petals off a daisy saying "the crowd loves me, the crowd loves me not." But, being the 7th seed, he carries a certain weight, like an elephant with a peacock strut. You'd think the more you play, the better you get, right? But then again, maybe he's just unpredictable like your in-laws showing up unannounced.
On the other side of the net, we have Alexandre Muller. Unseeded and potentially underrated, Muller doesn't believe in love, because he rarely lets his opponent see it. His playing style rotates between mild randomness and sleep-inducing predictability. And yet, he has been taking names lately, as if he is performing roll-call in a unit of tennis foot soldiers.
By considering the aroma of unpredictability mud our beloved sport of tennis tends to throw, I'd cat-call there's a decent chance this will be an emotional rollercoaster of who-likes-Mexican-food-the-least proportions. However, why deny the inevitable?
Albert’s Prediction: Tiafoe in 3 sets. Grab your peanuts and popcorn, folks. I mean... lovebirds.