Alright ladies and gents, let's unload the facts here about our dashing combatants on the Wimbledon courtroom. On one side of the net, we have our young Spanish bull Carlos Alcaraz, strutting around all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and seeded number 2. He's been acing those fuzzy balls like they've personally insulted his mother. He showed no love to the likes of Tarvet, Fognini, Rublev and Norrie, slicing through them like butter on a hot summer's day.
On the other side, our American lad, Taylor Fritz, seeded 5. He's pulled up his socks and fought like a trooper to earn his place here in the semis. Against Khachanov, Thompson, Fokina, Diallo, and Perricard, he showed some true grit, but let's be honest, he was huffing and puffing a bit more than we'd like to see.
When we glance back into the blurry rearview mirror of past clashes, we see Alcaraz besting Fritz not once, but twice, lending a sense of camaraderie to their rivalry, if you can call it that when one player keeps taking home the victory plate.
Now, I’m not a betting man, unless there's a hotdog on the line, but if I were to look into my crystal ball, my prediction would be as follows:
Albert’s Prediction: Alcaraz in 4 sets.