World paddle tennis has undisputed owners who, week after week, share the glory. Except for some sporadic setbacks – like that memorable flip-flop in Brussels – Alejandro Galán and Federico Chingotto, along with Arturo Coello and Agustín Tapia, monopolize the circuit. At Buenos Aires P1, however, the Spanish-Argentine duo arrived with a slight advantage: better inertia, better momentum and fresher legs.
On the Parque Roca track antagonistic but lethal styles met. Four killers in their own way: Coellowhich annihilates with the forcefulness of a Panzer tank; Wallwhich he executes with a stealthy and lethal art; Chingottothe eternal strategist of poison drop by drop; and Gallantthe invisible killer that kills you without you knowing or knowing how.
Chingotto and Galán against Coello and Tapia in P1 in Buenos Aires.
To understand what happened in the final, you have to explore a concept that was born before the first serve. In the preview, the Argentine Naval Prefecture orchestra played the national anthem. They sounded in tune, in unison, in perfect time. Not to be outdone, moments later they came to play Chingotto and Galán, and they traced that same musical harmony on the 20×10.
The first fifteen minutes were of absolute “Chingalanesque” dominance. They played paddle tennis as if they had a joystick in their hands, in a superhero mode where each movement was synchronized, elegant, powerful and, above all, functional. It was a true ode to team padel.
Unlike the semifinals, this time there was a hint of reaction from the number ones. Coello and Tapia managed to break and, being 4-2 down, they had a break ball that threatened to change the dynamic. But the symphony did not allow false notes: Galán and Chingotto saved the critical moment with a classic, orthodox and devastating padel point, to end up closing the first set by a resounding 6-2.
Gala performance for the Teatro Colón
The Buenos Aires public arrived with their hearts divided in the duel of affection between Tapia and Chingotto. However, in the second set, the balance of the stands turned towards the Catamarca native. It was a matter of pure logic: rather than personal preference, people roared with a genuine desire to stretch out the show and see a third set. But the second quarter was not for epic comebacks; It was an exhibition that fit more on the stage of the Teatro Colón than on the cement of Parque Roca.
Federico Chingotto established himself as the lord and master of the party. He was hyper-industrious and impassive on the defensive side, and surprisingly defiant and sharp on the offensive side. Alejandro Galán was, simply, an alien. He was everywhere, defining with incontestable authority.
The final score was 6-2 and 6-1, a historic beating. It is the largest result in favor of Galán and Chingotto over this couple since that P2 in Genoa, which has been almost two years. This victory is not just another trophy; It is pure fuel that ignites the fight for number one in the world.