Day 5 - From your tireless sent in the hold, which said, "Go, write for the blog, make the fool ..."
Federer triumph, resigned on walks Malisse. between the domain of the last decade tennis, lazy and unwilling talent in that same decade that could stand in its own right among the top 5, had expected a spectacular match. Funny. A minimum exciting. Instead Roger Federer crashes while a decent Xavier Malisse in three quick in September Does not even have time to abioccarsi, as had happened in the previous round. Too clear and unequivocal difference present, past and future between the two, despite the Belgian shignon belly fat and indolent, in this early season has returned to levels of decency from tennis top 30. Very well the Swiss monarch, who falls asleep if not lost in restorative nap Alice in Wonderland, as if ashamed of a tennis so much higher, it remains difficult to curb tennis for everyone. Some Iberian militiaman with a hatchet in his hand will not agree with this statement improvident, but I think so. Impossible for the top, let alone that of Belgian convinced to be a God, if only he wanted to seriously. And now happy to say Mass in a suburban parish.
Board paved for Federer, at least until the semifinals. Before Tommy Robredo in the second round, and it is disturbing as "el Torpe" English is constant entering harbor unnecessarily slam in the second week. Iberia, with a minimum of surprise, and criminal destruction of foolish beliefs, aesthetics, takes a gulp of the elegant Ukrainian Sergiy Stahovsky. Tennis unsuitable for this wicked world. Then eventually Andy Roddick, in great distress for two sets with the lame talent of the Netherlands Robin Haase. Provided that the U.S. will be able to make out a Stanislas Wawrinka in is rewriting, which gets rid of the horribly tattered tennis and exasperating Gael Monfils, miracle of the first round and more and more prodigious athlete (good for any sport, not both the courts).
quell'insana Gasquet and desire to want to do a CAT scan of a cadaver. One tries every year, every tournament to keep alive the flame of flebilissima hope to the blind at all. And he, Richard dragon heart, every time undertakes to make clear our infirmities. In Australia and in the recent past had bestowed upon the eyes of a delusional world stage suicide ancestry. Losses beautifully framed, with thrilling plots sophisticatedly. And with it, inevitably regrettable, final. Lost with the marathon (and was) "hands of stone Gonzalez," the astonishing departure of last year, Misha Youzhny. The current one is rather a longing Gasquet without a minimum of life, albeit a loser. More and more technically convoluted and psychologically dead (which is also not a bad thing, it departed from its distressing me). As any one I knew (well, not exaggerate, there is always a blessed hand of the way, in addition to the deadly boredom) has run suitable for a career as a good top 40. That beats Dancevic and Mandarin fluently, and melts like frantic quail with a nervous breakdown, in the presence of Thomas Berdych (I said Sampras), which is none other than good hitter lobotomized. Without even the deceptive appearances pseudo excited, so that made the character funny. Czech triumphs, against Richard totally out of phase, almost catechized and mutton have to play a role in the school classroom. He instead, hypothetically, he would know just paint a canvas immortal.
For the rest, Djokovic sweating (so to speak) only one set, before its dolphin / mullet Troicki surrender to an accident (extension broken down the hypothalamus, perhaps). Nicolas Almagro and Nando Verdasco after a narrow escape the previous round, are the bullies like two bullies in the suburbs against the old and dignified Croatian Ljubicic at dusk and Japan's Kei Nishikori. But ready to go bleating goats, and lower the disturbing Crestino in front of the "powerful" on duty.
Women. The fall of the goddesses. In a women's tournament that until now has not got too many emotions, the strongest coming from the departure of Justine Henin against Svetlana Kuznetsova and Venus Williams, who after the accident suffered in the previous round does not even enter the field against the tedescona Petkovic. Two great heroines of contemporary tennis, now directed toward the melancholy with sadness driveway sunset sports. Among the other injured, el'ingannevole last year's final in Melbourne, the tiny blue fairy in Belgium no longer seems able to compete at the highest levels. Svetlana Kuznetsova makes it tragically clear that little frills accustomed to hard knocks, pulls down the former queen without frowning relents and goes his own way. Advance
instead Caroline Wozniacki , Victoria Azarenka , Na Li Francesca Schiavone and . I see some of the games in Milan, committed against Monica Niculescu. Embarrassing fresco approximation anachronistic. Something that is hard to believe reality. The Romanian (it is not clear with whom ancestral coincidence is reached between the top 100) reveals a disturbing extent. Throw a kind of straight choppa accompanied by a horrible grin, not even themselves by baking a pancake. Clumsy mistake that would smile even if revealed in a circle of octogenarians after work with sciatica. Service ruthless with the ball that (it really happened, is not the result of LSD) does not even reach the network, and other matters beyond description. Of course, the Romanian has great character, at least. Francesca Schiavone, finally polished, apparently started at a discounted "biciclettona" when it starts to go out so far. The other continues to pull ahead and fly with all picks. Served three times for the second set before the Italian resume the reins of the match and close to the tie-break. Svetlana Kuznetsova, in the second round, will tell us more about his real ambitions.
Federer triumph, resigned on walks Malisse. between the domain of the last decade tennis, lazy and unwilling talent in that same decade that could stand in its own right among the top 5, had expected a spectacular match. Funny. A minimum exciting. Instead Roger Federer crashes while a decent Xavier Malisse in three quick in September Does not even have time to abioccarsi, as had happened in the previous round. Too clear and unequivocal difference present, past and future between the two, despite the Belgian shignon belly fat and indolent, in this early season has returned to levels of decency from tennis top 30. Very well the Swiss monarch, who falls asleep if not lost in restorative nap Alice in Wonderland, as if ashamed of a tennis so much higher, it remains difficult to curb tennis for everyone. Some Iberian militiaman with a hatchet in his hand will not agree with this statement improvident, but I think so. Impossible for the top, let alone that of Belgian convinced to be a God, if only he wanted to seriously. And now happy to say Mass in a suburban parish.
Board paved for Federer, at least until the semifinals. Before Tommy Robredo in the second round, and it is disturbing as "el Torpe" English is constant entering harbor unnecessarily slam in the second week. Iberia, with a minimum of surprise, and criminal destruction of foolish beliefs, aesthetics, takes a gulp of the elegant Ukrainian Sergiy Stahovsky. Tennis unsuitable for this wicked world. Then eventually Andy Roddick, in great distress for two sets with the lame talent of the Netherlands Robin Haase. Provided that the U.S. will be able to make out a Stanislas Wawrinka in is rewriting, which gets rid of the horribly tattered tennis and exasperating Gael Monfils, miracle of the first round and more and more prodigious athlete (good for any sport, not both the courts).
quell'insana Gasquet and desire to want to do a CAT scan of a cadaver. One tries every year, every tournament to keep alive the flame of flebilissima hope to the blind at all. And he, Richard dragon heart, every time undertakes to make clear our infirmities. In Australia and in the recent past had bestowed upon the eyes of a delusional world stage suicide ancestry. Losses beautifully framed, with thrilling plots sophisticatedly. And with it, inevitably regrettable, final. Lost with the marathon (and was) "hands of stone Gonzalez," the astonishing departure of last year, Misha Youzhny. The current one is rather a longing Gasquet without a minimum of life, albeit a loser. More and more technically convoluted and psychologically dead (which is also not a bad thing, it departed from its distressing me). As any one I knew (well, not exaggerate, there is always a blessed hand of the way, in addition to the deadly boredom) has run suitable for a career as a good top 40. That beats Dancevic and Mandarin fluently, and melts like frantic quail with a nervous breakdown, in the presence of Thomas Berdych (I said Sampras), which is none other than good hitter lobotomized. Without even the deceptive appearances pseudo excited, so that made the character funny. Czech triumphs, against Richard totally out of phase, almost catechized and mutton have to play a role in the school classroom. He instead, hypothetically, he would know just paint a canvas immortal.
For the rest, Djokovic sweating (so to speak) only one set, before its dolphin / mullet Troicki surrender to an accident (extension broken down the hypothalamus, perhaps). Nicolas Almagro and Nando Verdasco after a narrow escape the previous round, are the bullies like two bullies in the suburbs against the old and dignified Croatian Ljubicic at dusk and Japan's Kei Nishikori. But ready to go bleating goats, and lower the disturbing Crestino in front of the "powerful" on duty.
Women. The fall of the goddesses. In a women's tournament that until now has not got too many emotions, the strongest coming from the departure of Justine Henin against Svetlana Kuznetsova and Venus Williams, who after the accident suffered in the previous round does not even enter the field against the tedescona Petkovic. Two great heroines of contemporary tennis, now directed toward the melancholy with sadness driveway sunset sports. Among the other injured, el'ingannevole last year's final in Melbourne, the tiny blue fairy in Belgium no longer seems able to compete at the highest levels. Svetlana Kuznetsova makes it tragically clear that little frills accustomed to hard knocks, pulls down the former queen without frowning relents and goes his own way. Advance
instead Caroline Wozniacki , Victoria Azarenka , Na Li Francesca Schiavone and . I see some of the games in Milan, committed against Monica Niculescu. Embarrassing fresco approximation anachronistic. Something that is hard to believe reality. The Romanian (it is not clear with whom ancestral coincidence is reached between the top 100) reveals a disturbing extent. Throw a kind of straight choppa accompanied by a horrible grin, not even themselves by baking a pancake. Clumsy mistake that would smile even if revealed in a circle of octogenarians after work with sciatica. Service ruthless with the ball that (it really happened, is not the result of LSD) does not even reach the network, and other matters beyond description. Of course, the Romanian has great character, at least. Francesca Schiavone, finally polished, apparently started at a discounted "biciclettona" when it starts to go out so far. The other continues to pull ahead and fly with all picks. Served three times for the second set before the Italian resume the reins of the match and close to the tie-break. Svetlana Kuznetsova, in the second round, will tell us more about his real ambitions.
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