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Francis Alcantara is the first Pinoy to win a major Grand Slam tennis title


Francis Casey “Niño” Alcantara is the first Pinoy to win a Grand Slam title in Philippine Tennis history.

Francis is a 16 year old Filipino junior tennis player who recently won in the junior doubles tennis competition with partner 17 year old Taiwanese Cheng-Peng Hsieh in the most recent Australian Open 2009 in Melbourne, Australia.

Nino and Cheng-Peng demolished Mikhal Biryukov of Russia and Yasutaka Uchiyama of Japan, 6-4, 6-2, in the final junior boys tennis match.

Alcantara is currenly studying at Xavier University (formerly known as Ateneo De Cagayan) in Cagayan de Oro is the Philippines' top ranked junior tennis player and currently No. 20 in the world rankings.

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