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Martina Trevisan, 2020 Roland Garros quarter-finals
“Once upon a time…”, the classic ritual phrase with which fairy tales begin. Yes, fairy tales … it will be an inflated definition, but How else can you define what Martina Trevisan is experiencing at Roland Garros? It is a true fairy tale, that of a talented girl who got lost along the way and found herself., one who has managed to put the pieces of his life back together and get back into the game, recovering with interest the satisfactions of a promising career barely touched by a junior. Martina’s is above all a very important human page for a very rich girl in life whose life had escaped her., lost in a difficult adolescence that had transformed a talented athlete into a young woman who struggled with herself.
It seems like it was a long time ago, as he will turn 27 on November 3. But she, making an enormous effort on an intimate level, he spoke at length about it some time ago in the editorial project “The Owl Post”, with a long confession titled “Metamorphosis”, where between chrysalis and butterflies she tells herself naked with courage, showing her nightmares, her fragility, but also the strength that allowed her to find herself and return first to play, then to win. At this extraordinary Roland Garros, Trevisan prepares to play the quarter-finals, a sensational feat for someone who had not yet won a single match in the main draw of a Grand Slam.
However, when he was a teenager, he not only dreamed of them, he was grooming them with an extremely promising youth career. That right” (to put it nicely to Tuscany, you’ll understand!) For left-handers, so fast and unpredictable, those corners as tight as they won, were a nightmare for much more powerful rivals and on paper.
Who better than her can tell her story. Here are some excerpts of Martina’s words, taken from her confession letter: “In all probability I entered the club before realizing, in my mother’s womb, that I was a teacher there. My rise, however, was rapid because at the age of 4 I was the undisputed owner of the entire Perignano Tennis Club. Black skirt, white tank top, fashionable shoes, she walked through the fields dragging a racket with multicolored laces that, despite being for children, was at least as tall as me. (…) With my teacher, Matteo, we had made great strides. Just before turning 15 he was already on the most prestigious courts and was well placed in the ITF ranking, which is the prelude to the WTA, the stage of the greats. I enjoyed playing tennis. Until I had no more fun. ”
Here comes the hardest step, hard as a rock. Martina grows and something inside her breaks, along with her family. Break his sporting promotion, his will to live, his serenity. Everything goes into confusion. Very difficult years …
“I was young and talented. That they are not merits or defects But I began to feel, strongly, the rush around me to harvest all the fruits even before the tree had time to take root well in the ground. Before my roots and my trunk were strong enough to resist the elements, which, when they grow, sooner or later, arrive. (…) Within the walls of the house there was no serene air and I spent a lot of time training. Even when he definitely needed to do something else. (…) I was a fifteen-year-old who wanted to live for like fifteen years, recovering, perhaps with interest, everything that I felt that I had lost in previous years. Without many rules. Without worrying about being late because I had a game the next day. No need to hide my trained muscles in comfortable t-shirts. I was changing and my physique was changing with me. I felt free and thought that I had finally regained control of my life. Now in hindsight, which is also a bit like never before, I know that what I called freedom was a simple escape. But while you have the wind in your face it is difficult to understand who is running and who is fleeing. “
Everything gets out of control, finds herself as a girl focused only on tennis, to a life torn on a personal and family level, until the drama of anorexy: “The new balances on which my family rested had destabilized me. Dad was diagnosed with a degenerative disease and this made him less and less present in my growth. It was not easy to see Mom rebuild her daily life with a new person by my side, who had always been part of my life, but in a different light. He was angry with her and knew no other weapon to hurt her than his love for me. I fought against everything that represented my past as an athlete, in which everyone had placed great hopes and ambitions, forgetting the person who suffered behind that athlete. I hated my muscular body and went on diets on the verge of surviving to lose weight. 30 grams of cereals and a fruit at night. It was enough for me to stand up and worry my mother, who would run to pick peaches from the trees just to see me eat something. In my head, as in a paradox, I had the impression that only by disappearing would people be able to really see me, be interested. For take care of me. Fortunately, having reached the point of no return, I realized that I couldn’t go on like this.
I had lost all interest, I had locked myself in my cocoon; in a state of apathy where he no longer even recognized me. I wasn’t even a bad copy of who I really am anymore, so I asked for help. Anorexia can be cured ”.
This is the most beautiful phrase. Anorexia can be cured. With effort, sacrifices, a complex and very hard work of oneself. But you can heal, and thus find, that desire to live and to recover everything that gives you enormous strength, so that you come back stronger than before.
Rebirth is the most beautiful page in Martina’s young life, as she describes in her story: “I was reeducated to eat, to make peace with my injuries. Appreciate my new body, forgive those who made mistakes, and find my time to get things done. Almost without realizing it, I came across a hand racket again. First to teach, to have a little financial independence and share the passion for tennis with other people. And then inevitably go back to racing. Almost, and I mean almost, like I want to pick up where I left off. (…) This year I had access to the main draw of a Grand Slam tournament in Australia for the first time. I have worked hard and continue to do so to ensure that this becomes my new standard, my new habitat. “
Entering the main draw in Australia seemed like a giant leap to him, an incredible goal finally achieved. But if we think about it, Why should a girl with so much talent and the strength to overcome such great obstacles set limits today? On the field she is proving capable of playing with everyone, and at this historic stage the top pink tennis is nothing short of “unstable”, big peaks of quality and big breaks, by all the best. And sportingly, her 27 years are only about twenty … The words of her coach Catarsi are interesting: she revealed that Martina listens every day with the excellent mental coach Lorenzo Beltrame (who collaborates with Tirrenia’s squad), who pushes her every day during the tournament. write down your feelings; a kind of diary that frees him from tension and gives him awareness, that of those who continue to compete in the tournament because they deserved it on the field.
Martina Trevisan challenges Iga Swiatek in the quarterfinals, talented Polish born in 2001. On paper, the helpless part, but it will be a game to see, because the talent but above all the character of Tuscany can allow you to dream, like that “drittaccio” and that “claw” that we love game after game. Martina must not stop dreaming, and at the same time smile, because her overwhelming smile has conquered the world of scandal. We are sure that Martina will not tremble at the entrance to the Chatrier. She will look at that “friendly” land and will be able to run and hit, unleashing the best of her talent, without fear. When you have taken your life by the hair, you are no longer afraid of anything … His story is the most beautiful of the tournament, I would say of the year 2020. In a terrible year in which we almost only talk Death, yours is an example of both Vitae.
Marco Mazzoni
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