You are the one that works, you are the one doing the job
At nineteen, Mirra Andreeva claimed her first Grand Slam title on the clay of Roland Garros, becoming the youngest French Open champion in over three decades. Her victory was not merely athletic but deeply interior — the product of a deliberate reckoning with her own emotional volatility and a hard-won belief that she alone could grant herself permission to win. In thanking herself from the podium, she offered a quiet philosophy: that the most essential battles in sport, as in life, are fought within.
- A teenager with a history of on-court meltdowns arrived at Roland Garros carrying the weight of being a former junior world number one — expectation that had previously fractured her focus at the worst moments.
- Working with a sports psychologist who once guided Andy Murray, Andreeva trained herself to visualize a stop sign when emotions surged, and studied Federer's composure as a model for who she wanted to become.
- In the final, she dismantled Polish qualifier Maja Chwalinska with clinical authority — 6-3, 6-2 — remaining composed through blustery conditions and an unpredictable opponent in a performance that belied her age.
- From the podium, she thanked herself first — not out of arrogance, but as a practiced act of self-recognition drawn from a Snoop Dogg quote she had long since made her own philosophy.
- With 22 clay wins in 25 matches this season and already eyeing the grass, Andreeva left Paris not satisfied but hungry — the first player born after 2005 to hold a Grand Slam title, and acutely aware it need not be the last.
Mirra Andreeva lifted the Roland Garros trophy at nineteen and did something unusual: she thanked herself. It was not arrogance — she had printed the words on her jacket beforehand, a deliberate act of self-recognition. Having just defeated Polish qualifier Maja Chwalinska 6-3, 6-2 to become the youngest French Open singles champion since Monica Seles in 1992, she stood at the microphone and acknowledged the person who had carried the full weight of the fortnight. "I want to thank myself for believing in myself," she said, "for fighting so many demons inside of me."
The self-gratitude had roots in a Snoop Dogg quote she had adopted years earlier, initially as a joke. Over time it became something more earnest. No one else, she reasoned, inhabits your body during a match. No one else feels the nerves. The logic was simple — and hard-earned. Andreeva had a documented history of emotional combustion on court: smashed racquets, outbursts at spectators, a quarter-final unraveling at last year's Roland Garros in front of a hostile crowd. These were the demons she named in her speech.
The transformation came through work with psychologist Alexis Castorri, previously Andy Murray's mental coach, who gave her a concrete tool — visualize a stop sign when emotions threaten to overwhelm — and a deeper idea: that you can always choose who you are going to be on the court. Andreeva also studied Roger Federer's Roland Garros matches, not to replicate his game but to absorb his composure. "No-one is going to have the same aura," she admitted, "but I really want to try to impersonate the way he behaves."
After the final point, she climbed into the players' box and embraced her coach Conchita Martinez first. The relationship between them — built on Uno games, shared pranks, and five WTA titles together — ran deeper than professional obligation. Martinez had steadied her through difficult stretches, and hearing her say she was proud meant everything.
At nineteen, Andreeva is the first player born after 2005 to win a Grand Slam. Her clay dominance this season — 22 wins in 25 matches — leads the entire WTA Tour. Maria Sharapova, the last Russian woman to win a major before her, posted simply: "Excited, but not satisfied." Andreeva had already said the same thing herself, eyes already turning toward the grass. "I feel like this thing is a little bit addicting," she said. The hunger, unmistakably, was already waiting to be fed again.
Mirra Andreeva stood in the Roland Garros stadium holding her first Grand Slam trophy, and the first person she thanked was herself. Not in a moment of arrogance, but as a deliberate act of recognition—one she had printed on her jacket beforehand, knowing exactly what she wanted to say. The 19-year-old Russian had just dismantled Polish qualifier Maja Chwalinska 6-3, 6-2 in the final, becoming the youngest woman to win the French Open singles title since Monica Seles claimed it in 1992. But the scoreline, dominant as it was, told only part of the story.
Andreeva's gratitude extended through the usual channels: her opponent, the tournament, her team, her coach Conchita Martinez—a former French Open finalist who had been guiding her since 2024. Yet when she reached the microphone, she circled back to the person she credited most. "I also want to thank myself for believing in myself," she said. "For giving 100% even when it's been tough, trying every day to be better as a person and a player, believing I can do this, fighting so many demons inside of me." She acknowledged the weight of the past two weeks, the nerves that had shadowed her, the work that only she could feel. This wasn't false modesty dressed up as humility. It was a recognition that winning required her own permission to win.
The self-gratitude had become something of a signature for Andreeva, borrowed from a Snoop Dogg quote she had adopted years earlier. What started as a joke—a way to make people laugh at her own wit—had evolved into something more serious. "Why not thank yourself?" she explained. "Because you are the one that works, you are the one doing the job, you're the one that's feeling all the nerves." The logic was simple and unassailable. No one else inhabited her body during those matches. No one else carried the weight of expectation that had followed her since she was a junior world number one.
That expectation had sometimes crushed her. Andreeva had a history of emotional combustion on court—outbursts that fractured her focus and handed momentum to opponents. A year earlier, she had unraveled in her Roland Garros quarter-final against French player Lois Boisson, playing in front of a hostile crowd. Months before that, at Indian Wells, she had smashed her racquet and sworn at spectators. These were the demons she had referenced in her acceptance speech, the interior battles that no trophy could fully erase. Yet in this year's final, even as Chwalinska's unpredictability and the blustery conditions created genuine problems, Andreeva had remained composed. The performance was remarkably mature for a teenager.
Much of that composure came from work with psychologist Alexis Castorri, who had previously worked with Andy Murray. Castorri had given her a simple tool: imagine a big stop sign when emotions threatened to overwhelm her. But the deeper shift was philosophical. "My psychologist says you can always choose how you're going to be on the court, how you're going to play and who you're going to be as a person," Andreeva said. She had chosen to be a fighter. She had also chosen to study Roger Federer's matches at Roland Garros, not to copy his game but to absorb his comportment—the way he carried himself, the absence of visible frustration, the aura of control. "No-one is going to have the same aura," she acknowledged, "but I really want to try to impersonate the way he behaves on the court."
When she climbed into the players' box after her victory on Court Philippe Chatrier, the first person she embraced was Martinez. The bond between them ran deeper than the typical coach-player relationship. They played endless games of Uno, pulled pranks on each other, and shared both triumphs and struggles. Martinez had overseen all five of Andreeva's WTA titles since joining her team. The Spaniard, a Wimbledon champion in 1994, had been through difficult stretches with Andreeva—particularly after the teenager had struggled for form following a quarter-final exit at Wimbledon the previous summer. "She told me she's very proud of me," Andreeva said. "To hear those words from her is very, very special to me."
At nineteen, Andreeva had become the first player born after 2005 to win a Grand Slam singles title. Her clay-court dominance this season was striking: twenty-two wins in twenty-five matches, more than any other player on the WTA Tour. Maria Sharapova, the last Russian woman to win a major before Andreeva, posted on Instagram: "Proud of you Mirra Andreeva. The celebration says it all. Excited, but not satisfied." Andreeva had echoed that sentiment in her news conference, already thinking ahead to the grass season, already feeling the pull of the next challenge. "I feel like this thing is a little bit addicting," she said. "I really want to do my best to experience all of this for the second time." The hunger was already there, waiting to be fed.
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I also want to thank myself for believing in myself, for giving 100% even when it's been tough, fighting so many demons inside of me.— Mirra Andreeva, in her acceptance speech
You can always choose how you're going to be on the court, how you're going to play and who you're going to be as a person.— Alexis Castorri, Andreeva's psychologist, on mental discipline
A Conversa do Hearth Outra perspectiva sobre a história
What made the difference between the Andreeva who smashed racquets at Indian Wells and the one who stayed composed in a Grand Slam final?
She found a way to interrupt herself. The psychologist gave her the stop sign, but she had to choose to use it. That's the part people miss—it wasn't magic. It was a decision she made every single point.
The self-gratitude thing—was that genuine, or performance?
Both, probably. She started doing it as a joke, but jokes can become true if you keep saying them. By the time she was standing there with the trophy, thanking herself wasn't funny anymore. It was just honest.
Why does Federer matter so much to her?
Because he showed her what composure looks like under pressure. She watched his matches and thought: I want to look like that on court. Not play like him—look like him. Carry myself that way. It's a small thing that changes everything.
Conchita Martinez seems crucial to this story.
She is. But not because she's a famous coach. Because Andreeva trusts her enough to be vulnerable with her. They play Uno together. That's not typical. That's a real relationship, and it held her up when she was struggling.
What happens now?
She's already thinking about the next one. That's what addicts do. She's tasted it once, and now she wants to know if she can do it again. The question isn't whether she'll win more—it's how many, and how soon.