It is becoming a repetitive, vicious circle: Alex de Minaur starts a grand slam tournament, results and performances develop, then just as it seems he is finally going to make the breakthrough he walks on court and fades away.
Then he flagellates himself publicly, questions whether he has what it takes.
And the next time he is on verge of achieving something, he remembers the last collapse, and the previous one, and the one before, and under the burden of expectation and memory he blows up again.
