Over the past 12 months, Jasmine Paolini has been a joyful jolt of unexpected energy to the collective tennis system. She has been a Cinderella story on the clay at Roland Garros, and she provided an even more surprising sequel the next month at Wimbledon. She led Italy to the Billie Jean King Cup title for the first time in a decade, and teamed with Sara Errani to win doubles gold at the Paris Olympics. She lit up arenas with her ever-present smile and hard-charging, power-packed, all-court game.
What she hadn’t been was a singles champion. For all of her breakthroughs over the past year, Paolini hadn’t won a title since Dubai in February 2024. At 29, after more than a decade on tour, she had only won two tournaments in her career. Paolini, a 5-foot-2 late bloomer, seemed like she might be destined to be the lovable runner-up, an overachiever who couldn’t quite break through the WTA’s highest ceilings.
Until Saturday. That’s when Paolini went herself one better on a big stage—and her home stage—and became the first native winner of the Italian Open since 1985. She’s also the first woman to do it on the courts in Rome since 1950. Victory, it’s safe to say, suited her.