The crowd at the Charlotte Invitational had barely settled after the final point when Frances Tiafoe threw his head back, a victorious grin spreading across his face. It had been a chaotic, nerve-shredding match – the kind only he and Taylor Fritz seem capable of producing when they’re on opposite sides of the net. Tiafoe’s 4-6, 6-4, 10-8 comeback win wasn’t just another addition to their long rivalry; it was another chapter in a story that began many years before stadium lights and TV cameras.

As he walked toward the net, sweat running down his face, Tiafoe wrapped Fritz in the kind of hug that only comes from years of shared battles. They exchanged a quick laugh, a shrug . Almost like two brothers who’d just fought in the backyard for the hundredth time. Minutes later, standing with

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