The words weren’t polite.
They weren’t measured.
And they weren’t meant to be.
As criticism of Jannik Sinner slid from analysis into something sharper—personal, impatient, and increasingly cruel—Adriano Panatta had heard enough. The Italian legend didn’t soften his stance or dress it up for balance. He delivered one blunt sentence that detonated across the tennis world:
“If you insult him, stop watching tennis.”
Coming from a Grand Slam champion, the line didn’t feel like commentary. It felt like a line in the sand.

The reaction was immediate. Some fans applauded the honesty, relieved to hear someone finally call out the tone that’s become normalized online and in studios. Others recoiled, accusing Panatta of overreacting, of trying to silence criticism, of protecting modern players from accountability. But what almost everyone missed in the initial uproar was this: Panatta wasn’t defending a result.
He was defending a standard.
Jannik Sinner has become one of the most scrutinized players in the sport—not because he avoids pressure, but because he attracts it. Quiet. Relentless. Unflashy in a way that unnerves people who expect charisma to announce itself loudly. When he wins, it’s “expected.” When he loses, the knives come out quickly. Questions about mentality. About nerves. About whether he has “that extra gear,” as if consistency itself were a flaw.
Panatta saw where that line was heading.
This wasn’t about tactical debate or honest disappointment. It was about ridicule masquerading as insight. About turning frustration into mockery. About forgetting that effort and professionalism still matter even when outcomes disappoint.
“He shows up every time,” Panatta emphasized in later remarks. “He works. He respects the game. What more do you want from a player?”
That’s the part that made his defense uncomfortable. Because it forced the sport to look inward.
Tennis loves passion—but only when it performs on command. It celebrates vulnerability—until it gets repetitive. And it claims to value effort, yet punishes players who don’t dramatize their emotions in familiar ways. Sinner doesn’t shout. He doesn’t perform rage. He doesn’t offer excuses that feed debate cycles. He absorbs, recalibrates, and returns.
For some fans, that restraint reads as weakness.
For Panatta, it reads as character.
The irony is that Sinner embodies many of the traits tennis claims to want more of: discipline, respect, consistency, professionalism under pressure. But in an era of constant commentary, those traits don’t always generate patience. They generate expectation. And expectation, when unmet, often mutates into entitlement.

Panatta wasn’t trying to shut down criticism. He was trying to reframe it.
“Criticize tennis,” he essentially said. “Don’t dehumanize the player.”
That distinction has been eroding fast. Social media accelerates judgment. Broadcast panels reward sharper takes. The louder the condemnation, the more attention it gets. Somewhere along the way, the idea that a player can give everything and still fall short became unacceptable.
Panatta refused to accept that premise.
His outburst wasn’t calculated. It was emotional—and deliberately so. A reminder that respect is not conditional on winning, and that fandom doesn’t entitle anyone to contempt. When a former champion speaks like this, it’s not nostalgia. It’s warning.
Because if the bar for acceptable discourse keeps dropping, the sport doesn’t just risk alienating players—it risks hollowing itself out.
What made the moment resonate was that Sinner himself said nothing. No repost. No response. No attempt to validate or distance himself from the defense. He kept training. Kept preparing. Kept doing what he always does.
That silence, paired with Panatta’s fire, created a contrast that said more than any press release could.
This wasn’t about shielding Sinner from pressure. He’s proven he can carry that. It was about drawing a boundary between accountability and abuse. Between demanding excellence and forgetting humanity.
Panatta’s words may have divided opinion—but they also clarified something tennis has been avoiding.
You can critique the game.
You can dissect performances.
You can demand more.
But the moment it turns into insult, you’re no longer talking about tennis.
And according to Adriano Panatta, that’s the moment you should stop pretending you are.