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CHAPTER 39
ROGER’S CUP
AUGUST 12, 2011
Freeman Falls to Kruschenko in Rogers Cup Quarterfinal Stunner
Reuters Tennis
TORONTO, CANADA
In a high-stakes quarterfinal match at the Rogers Cup, Belén Freeman was ousted by rival Zoya Kruschenko 6–3, 7–5, marking a painful setback just weeks ahead of the US Open. The defeat comes after Freeman’s surprise withdrawal from Wimbledon, where many had anticipated a long-awaited showdown between the two.
Freeman showed flashes of brilliance on her return to the tour but ultimately couldn’t match Kruschenko’s ruthless precision.
The world No. 3 didn’t hesitate to stoke the fire in her post-match interview.
“This is what she knew would happen at Wimbledon if we played,” Kruschenko said. “No wonder she rushed back home.”
With the US Open looming, Kruschenko added, “I’ll see her in New York to defend my title on her turf.”
Freeman has yet to comment publicly, but her team confirmed she’s laser-focused on her training in preparation for the final Grand Slam of the year.
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Prize Money:$43,000 USD
Ranking points earned:190
CHAPTER 40
ONE ROUND AT A TIME
AUGUST 29, 2011
US Open Round 1: Freeman Cruises Through Opening Match
wtatennis.com
Eighteen-year-old Belén Freeman showed no signs of rust at Arthur Ashe Stadium, defeating Czech veteran Klára Zakopalová 6–3, 6–1. Freeman's baseline dominance and net confidence silenced any post-Wimbledon questions. "I'm just here to play my game," she told reporters post-match.
AUGUST 31, 2011
Getting to sleep in my own bed every night after a match at the US Open feels like cheating. I’m waking up renewed every morning with Henry by my side and Carmen offering me kind, encouraging words and my favorite breakfast.
Henry said he’ll go back to sleeping in his bedroom once I reach the quarterfinals. He doesn’t want to be a distraction.
He neveris.
He’s been carrying so much for me these past few weeks. More than I’ve said out loud. More than I may even realize. But I feel it. The steadiness. The way he never lets me spiral alone.
But he wants me to get in the zone if I make it that far. It’s a good call. When he sleeps in my room, we inevitably stay up later than we should, just talking about anything, kissing, or making love.
The stakes have never been higher than before. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all season. But I’ve never been more pressured in my entire life.
A part of me knows I can do this. I’ve won two Grand Slams and been in several finals. I can handle the pressure. But something inside me feels off.
I’m scared.
