"In Sascha We Trust"
"In Sascha We Trust" In Hamburg's chill, a boy was born, With racquet dreams and spirit sworn. A child of courts, where echoes flew, He chased the ball the way dreams do. Tall as the sky, with golden hair, He carved his name through grit and flair. With every serve, a silent vow To rise, to fight, to not allow. The world to doubt what he could be, A storm in sneakers, wild and free. He played with fire, his passion clear, Through blood and blisters, loss and fear. He climbed the ranks with burning fire, Each loss just fueled his rising higher. ATP Finals, Masters too, He proved the doubters wrong, it’s true. The US Open, bitter still, He came so close, showed all his will. A two-set lead, a final's fate Just two points shy, the cruelest weight. As teens took breaks, he stood his ground, Among the giants, he was found. Masters trophies, titles tall, But Slam success? Just missed the call. But luck, it seems, has played unfair, For every rise, a cross to...