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Thursday, January 22, 2026, Stan Wawrinka reached the third round of the Australian Open 2026 in Melbourne after a 4 h 33 duel against Arthur Gea, a French qualifier. At 40 years old, the Swiss prevailed in a five-set match (4-6, 6-3, 3-6, 7-5, 7-6(3)) and set an age record in a Grand Slam: the first quadragenarian to win two rounds since 1978. Next obstacle: American Taylor Fritz, seeded No. 9.
A Super Tiebreak To Stop Time
The final set had the severity of late-tournament moments. Yet the draw was only on its second chapter. At 6-6, Melbourne doesn’t offer extra games, but a sentence: a super tiebreak. Ten points to fetch, with legs shaking and throats dry.
Wawrinka enters it like someone entering a familiar room. He’s known those corridors, the matches decided by a handful of moments. Opposite him, Gea has already given a lot. You see it in how he searches for air, how his stride shortens. Cramps lurk, then settle in.
The score tells the story of a tug-of-war that swung several times. Gea takes the first set (4-6). Wawrinka answers (6-3). The Frenchman regains the lead (3-6). The Swiss refuses to bow out, clings to his experience, tightens the game, takes the fourth set (7-5). And, in the fairest lottery of modern tennis, he closes the door in the super tiebreak (7-6(3)).
What strikes, beyond the result, is the contrast of horizons. On one side, a 40-year-old who plays as if he still has something to prove. On the other, a 21-year-old discovering the Grand Slam on its toughest face: endurance, pressure, the harsh light of a main court.
In the end, Wawrinka half-jokes, as if to lighten the night settling on his shoulders: he talks about going to “grab a beer.” The line sounds simple. Yet it says the essential: fatigue, relief, and that very human way of reducing heroism to a cold sip.
Arthur Gea, The French Spark From Qualifying
It would be wrong to reduce Gea to a valiant opponent who “almost made it.” The Frenchman arrived in Melbourne with real momentum, and he turned it into a benchmark match. Coming through qualifying, he first claimed a victory that thrust him into the spotlight: a three-set win over Jiří Lehečka, then ranked No. 19 in the world. At the Australian Open, that kind of feat opens unexpected doors.
His second match, against Wawrinka, was another lesson. Gea put on court what youth brings: boldness, the belief that every point won is a point won forever. He took risks, accelerated, made the Swiss move, forced him to defend. And, for a long time, he succeeded.
But a Grand Slam is not only about shots. It’s about time. Muscles remember their limits. Breath gets taxed. In the fifth set, cramps appear at the cruelest moment. You still have to run, rip yourself to the point, and be precise.
The duel nonetheless leaves a strong mark: Gea stood up to a three-time major winner, on a packed stage, for 4 h 33. It guarantees nothing, but it already tells something: a disposition to resist, and a promise of matches that will matter.
The ‘Stanimal,’ A Champion Born In The Shadows
Wawrinka was never the obvious hero of his era. Swiss, he grew up beside an oversized silhouette: Roger Federer. In the classic narrative, he would have remained a supporting role. He chose another path: heavy shots, patient work, and a career written in bursts, with falls and comebacks.
In his trophy cabinet are three summits that would suffice for a lifetime: the Australian Open 2014, Roland-Garros 2015, the US Open 2016. Three Grand Slam titles, won in an era when the walls seemed impassable. There is also Olympic gold in doubles. That Davis Cup 2014 offered Switzerland a moment of collective fervor.
His nickname, ‘Stanimal’, is not just a wink. It describes a way of transforming when the stakes rise. A body that absorbs. A gaze that hardens. Tennis that becomes a fight, without ever losing all of its beauty.
Because Wawrinka is also an aesthete. His one-handed backhand, a gesture from another time, carries a form of nostalgia. It cuts through the air like a signature. In Melbourne, against Gea, that backhand was not a memory: it was still a weapon.
Battered Body, Clear Mind: Longevity As An Act Of Will
Top-level sport doesn’t forgive years. It multiplies micro-aches, tendons that pull, joints that protest on waking. Wawrinka knows this mechanism. His career has been marked by injuries and periods of doubt. Several times it has seemed like the end.
And yet here he is again, at 40 years, winning two rounds in a Grand Slam. It’s not just a record. It’s a daily choice. Physical work, calendar management, accepting a ranking that no longer offers protection.
In Melbourne, he got into the draw thanks to a wild card. He no longer has yesterday’s status. He does, however, have all the experience. His first round was already proof of that resilience: down a set, he overturned Serbian Laslo Djere in four sets (5-7, 6-3, 6-4, 7-6(4)). Then he did it again, longer, harder, against Gea.
Over those two matches, his name climbed in the ATP live ranking to around 107th. That number is modest for a former champion. It’s immense for a quadragenarian who keeps pushing the limit.
History, too, invites itself. Since Ken Rosewall (1978), no player aged 40 or older had reached the third round of a Grand Slam. And as if time wanted to underline the irony, this victory over Gea is also Wawrinka’s 49th five-set match in a major, a total unmatched in the Open Era. Numbers that tell an identity: that of a player who doesn’t know how to win other than by walking through fire.
Fritz Next: Modernity Across The Net
The next meeting is clear: Taylor Fritz, seeded No. 9, awaits Wawrinka in the 3rd round. The American embodies a different tennis grammar: big serve, high pace, early ball striking. A match where the Swiss can’t simply survive; he’ll have to command.
But Melbourne has already given the main thing: proof that Wawrinka didn’t come for a farewell tour. He’s playing, and he’s playing to win. In the Australian heat, he still finds that rare taste: pure competition, with no horizon other than the next point.
The duel with Gea will remain a passing-of-the-torch scene. The young Frenchman pushed the champion to his limits. The champion replied with what he has always had: resistance, patience, and the ability to swing a match when others unravel.
Afterward, the image that sticks is not just a score. It’s a 40-year-old man who, after 4 h 33 of battle, talks about a beer. It’s not a quip. It’s a way of saying that even at the height of effort, sport remains a human story: fragile, stubborn, and magnificent when people refuse to give in.
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