Day 7 - From your alert sent, sleeping soundly
"Schiavone dans l'histoire." So headline "the team". And if in those latitudes of the company enhances our tennis player, something big must have happened. I dare not imagine (let alone open) the pages of Italian newspapers. I have not been able to witness live the second round match between Francesca Schiavone Svetlana Kuznetsova and , for unavoidable reasons: I was asleep. Dreaming of peace in the world while bracing a Kalashnikov miravo to exterminate my foes. A dream that I must tell, in great detail to my analyst, when I have one. It referred to those who pass by here, I guess less interest in an episode of medicine 33. LET'S KNOCK
down hard. Raw and true. Why this is not a news site. Much less a worship bulletin chauvinistic patriotism, anyway. Francesca Schiavone is a tennis player so I can feed feelings of ambivalence and confusion rather bored indifference. What strikes me is its great capacity to have reinvented itself. By regular dedicated to the exclusive pallettarismo Rifrullo, tennis has become complete. At times brilliant. Capable of shots, spins and impressive effects. Solutions that make it one of the most colorful and unpredictable players on a circuit now standardized to the monotonous club. Often meaningless. And the fact that almost 31 years has reached such a state of grace, physical and mental, can not but arouse admiration. Similarly, I understand intifabile tennis. I have not yet won from that disease in Italian that everyone should have in his heart. I have not got the heart, or even the Italian citizenship. Francesca is even boring me to quell'incedere arrogant. The male step bully during courtship. Often the wonderful shots that his arm gives birth, are overshadowed by screams worthy of the rainforest. Stabbing. Brutal. Forces. Schiavone gasps like a hairy and tattooed hub unload crates of rotten fish and spit tobacco. There is grace and elegance vaguely full of latent homosexuality, I look for in tennis. Male. Let alone women. Take it for what it is, a miserable question of aesthetics and personal taste fool. Even the love un'iberica volleante yelps that lately more and more like a baboon strangled, tends to wane.
None of these grim circumstances, however, can raise for the businesses a girl who at age 31 has reached physical maturity and peace of mind that the miraculous.
"Schiavone dans l'histoire." So headline "the team". And if in those latitudes of the company enhances our tennis player, something big must have happened. I dare not imagine (let alone open) the pages of Italian newspapers. I have not been able to witness live the second round match between Francesca Schiavone Svetlana Kuznetsova and , for unavoidable reasons: I was asleep. Dreaming of peace in the world while bracing a Kalashnikov miravo to exterminate my foes. A dream that I must tell, in great detail to my analyst, when I have one. It referred to those who pass by here, I guess less interest in an episode of medicine 33. LET'S KNOCK
down hard. Raw and true. Why this is not a news site. Much less a worship bulletin chauvinistic patriotism, anyway. Francesca Schiavone is a tennis player so I can feed feelings of ambivalence and confusion rather bored indifference. What strikes me is its great capacity to have reinvented itself. By regular dedicated to the exclusive pallettarismo Rifrullo, tennis has become complete. At times brilliant. Capable of shots, spins and impressive effects. Solutions that make it one of the most colorful and unpredictable players on a circuit now standardized to the monotonous club. Often meaningless. And the fact that almost 31 years has reached such a state of grace, physical and mental, can not but arouse admiration. Similarly, I understand intifabile tennis. I have not yet won from that disease in Italian that everyone should have in his heart. I have not got the heart, or even the Italian citizenship. Francesca is even boring me to quell'incedere arrogant. The male step bully during courtship. Often the wonderful shots that his arm gives birth, are overshadowed by screams worthy of the rainforest. Stabbing. Brutal. Forces. Schiavone gasps like a hairy and tattooed hub unload crates of rotten fish and spit tobacco. There is grace and elegance vaguely full of latent homosexuality, I look for in tennis. Male. Let alone women. Take it for what it is, a miserable question of aesthetics and personal taste fool. Even the love un'iberica volleante yelps that lately more and more like a baboon strangled, tends to wane.
None of these grim circumstances, however, can raise for the businesses a girl who at age 31 has reached physical maturity and peace of mind that the miraculous.
The historic marathon. Anyway, I proceeded to see something of the match. The deferred will have risen a lot of thrilling and unpredictable tangle of emotions, technically rare feats even more remarkable when set in an epic battle dominated by extreme fatigue. The third set between the Italian and Russian becomes a furious struggle, made up of wonderful shots, recoveries unthinkable, diving goal. The Milan has a physicality overflowing. A ball explosive and uncontrollable. It 's more times a step away from the brink. Cancel a match point with a desperate and recovery a bloodcurdling scream, not even those suffering unspeakable torture in China. Used twice for the match, continues to blend strokes vitriolic, alternating bold and slice down on goal. But the other does not give up anything. His club is moderate, intelligent. Sveta, so sexy and charming, is one of those tennis players who have a brain and use it. Rare case too. Frank still serves for the match, asked the help of the physiotherapist. Fails again, before sealing the 16-14 September 3 4 hours and 44 minutes in total. The women's match of the longest in Stoia slam.
The blue comes out victorious from the bloody battle, something difficult to predict after seeing her hesitant against Rebecca Marino. Perhaps those matches have drawn even more prepared. Now, however, is difficult. To overcome the hard work and gamble with Carline Wozniacki. Match within reach, given the conditions in Danish amorphous. The nearly 5 hours of hard work today, make it even more titanic undertaking.
Caroline Wozniacki precisely. Vince, reaches quarters without yielding a set, but does not shine. Simply because his tennis could not valium. Anastasia Sevastova, Lithuanian twenty shots from good talent and can not neoclassical but nothing against its validity. Danish forward. But the full court of Lithuania, made of beautiful, bright flashes came down to the net, we will review the still in the second week of the next slam. Na Li confirms the most feared player of the moment. After his victory in Sydney, with a lot of success on Kuznetsova and Clijsters, is a candidate for the ultimate success also in Melbourne. The advance from first to last just a ball, remove the initiative and the impaled movere Victoria Azarenka to win. The Valkyrie, attacked mercilessly statue becomes insipid. Holding for twenty minutes in a silent and composed attitude of the Pious Ursuline novice. It is clear that being treated by some luminary. Try to suppress. Then suddenly let out a yell that seems to come directly dall'inesistente twenty seventh circle of hell. That of the mentally ill. I had hoped until the last minute that he could win, Vika. Because otherwise what you write horror? After the departure of Ivanovic, Jankovic and Azarenka, another blow for the tennis sminchiata satire on the WTA, is the defeat of Masha Sharapova. Broken by tedescona grugnente Andrea Petkovic . Levatemi too, and I shut down the blog.
Federer leaves a set to Robredo. Wawrinka is out Roddick . For once, they omit the part of the smear. Given the unavoidable reasons. And because there was no match that deserved maximum attention. Roger Federer you grant usual set of quasi-sleepwalking night leaving a set to Robredo. I mean, Robredo. For the Swiss, the problem is always the same. Do not doze off when the match is so obvious and banal, that starts to snore slightly. Stanislas Wawrinka confirms matured and now tennis top ten real, easily beating Andy Roddick and earning the fourth with the most famous compatriot. Novak Djokovic allows crumbs to resign Nicolas Al thin. It lowers the shameless Verdasco crest stuffed iguana, yielding a crash in Thomas Berdych.
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