Day 2 - From your left, a visionary lazzarone
Kimiko, Romina and Picasso. In order: Stories of heroic defeat, talented crystalline and cowardly escape from themselves. has long been a fixture, Kimiko Date. Among the early rounds boring, discounted and carnage of the strongest bridges, the forty year old Japanese mythology and the court levers is something that captivates your attention. Astounding, sometimes thrilling and moving. Also this time the board gave her a meal in a girl half his age, number twelve in the world, Agnieszka Radwanska . And Kimiko fight, run, Knittel, kamikaze attacks with the same courage in a vain attempt to hold a service. All green like a very nice bonsai loses September 1 Find the time to emit a shrill urletto disapproval of the decision of the referee: "Ohhh no-no-no! Signs." Then approaches to the network that reaches to the sides dishes, rests her hands on the tape and talk with Zen calm. Reclining the head, in a gesture of great disapproval disconcerted, and again to play. The public supports it, and she continues to grind winning shots in advance, raid on goal. It keeps me awake until dawn, almost, heroism wren who fights against time and the obvious evidence of the meat. Retrieves the set of disadvantage and flies. Light, in a state of grace. 4-1 and service, and a state of almost Zen ritual of exaltation moderate. Nothing can stop it, or nearly so. The Polish Experience the ultimate big girl trick. Medical A nice time out. Five minutes of convenience and useless shiatsu massage to the back. This is enough to numb the muscles in the squat forty nippo and losing concentration. Kimiko starts off-center balls and lost three games in a row. Resumed the fight, before succumbing 7-5 in the third. Gracefully salutes the opposing and take all the standing ovation from the audience. A defeat perhaps unjust, cruel. But unbeknownst to him, a photographer with relentless cynicism the embarrassing state of women's tennis. If a twenty year old number 12 in the world has to resort to similar means of tiny stature, to become head of a brave forty, there is no denying that the WTA has reached the total drift technique.
At the same time, hidden from the cameras, also struggled Romina Oprandi . The Italian-Swiss test and the incredible comeback victory against the biblical foolish starlet Maria Kirilenko , nice mid-level player. It dates back from 3-6 to 3-5 and must win by an inch. Romina a Mary should beat as always, by law. Provisions divine or otherwise. Instead, the final equilibrium astounding, is the ancestral cry miracle. When health claims at least its battered joints and you have a slightest desire to fight, our Heidi with chubby cheeks and tennis player from the top 20. Technically more like Kirilenko made two or three in a row. Loses the wire, Romina, but the future may still give her satisfaction.
It 'now time for lunch when we learn of an unfortunate event at the same time. Andreas Seppi, with courage and fighting spirit of the steppe is recovering from two sets of disadvantage all'ottuagenario gnome Arnaud Clement. Stuff beyond belief. And there is also Philipp Petzschner , out two sets against Jo Tsonga, version bolsa. A day to mark on your calendar, with veiled fear that the prophecy of the Maya can be anticipated by a few months. Seppi (imagine him with his eyes bloodshot and his jaw tightened) wins the fifth. Waiting for the second round there will not be the prissy German hero Petzschner. Picasso dominates the template for two sets slow, clumsy and retention of Tsonga. Almost embarrassing, French. At least since the flames of those wanting to get that 2008 could be normal. That sudden conjunction of physical and explosive shots devastantemento shocking, is random coincidence unrepeatable. Enough for him to remain attached to the beginning of the third set match to send the poor Picasso in confusion. Excruciatingly confused jumble of Laocoon and lively futility. Full of talent cruelly dead. Can only lose a case. And in fact lose the fifth. Amen. The advice that he can devote himself exclusively to the double, when a companion with half hypothalamus can sustain, I think the only wise thing. Will never go anywhere that funny painter wrong. How not to go anywhere anymore Jo. Likely to lose even Seppi. To say.
Kim and Rafa, on with wanton cruelty. Gulbis and slams Ivanovic . Short and intense debut for the favorites on the board male and female. A little over forty minutes are enough to Kim Clijsters to grind the poor remains of what was Dinara Safina. A bicycle embarrassing, with the Belgian perhaps even try to leave a game to the hapless Russian increasingly dumbo doe-eyed gasping. All in vain, that is in a position where you can ask for the disability pension. One wonders who benefits this excruciating agony of what was already one of the most atrocious number one in its full splendor. It's big impipa Kim, who spins on his way, more and more number one. Takes even less time Rafael Nadal for free dell'impresentabile Brazilian Marcos Daniel. He lost eleven games, and says simply that violent torture. "No mas." Injury of the Brazilian poor, they will say. Or just wanting to escape the shame and then 6-0 in the triple sharpens the sadistic demon was forcing.
Less virulent, but convincing, the onset of Andy Murray with Karol Beck Czech. The miracle fails to Potito Starace against Robin Soderling demolente, without overdoing it. He did not made the courageous Naples. That evil Scandinavian resembling a schizoid serial killer, does not grant him anything. Not playing with a tambourine, and even inspired a sudden Nutcracker in tights and jockstrap. Potito It can not but remain below the threshold of the ten games. All regular, in fact. Forward like a train to keep a close eye outisder: Jurgen Melzer that persecutes an intruder French (Millot), who passed for the case in those parts. Without any major worries in the second round also and Mikhail Youzhny David Ferrer. Little surprise (but not) the elimination of Ernests Gulbis against Benjamin Becker . Joint news blackout in disgust at this talent raped.
Among women without a shot being fired on the other help. The hysterical idol Vena Zvonareva as beautiful eggplant sexyssima. The two sperm whales paciarotti Kleybanova and Pavlyuchenkova . And even Jelena Jankovic , Varenne's sister, disguised as the Pink Panther, in a candy-colored tutus vezzosissimo. Little surprise, the defeat of Ana Ivanovic , at the hands of the courageous Makarova . He does not give an inch the Russian left-handed. The rest is done by increasingly untenable "serbiatta" date is not the best. Simply embarrassing. Impractical. Stinging. The worst thing that someone can only think of seeing. Sends me sideways coffee quell'accozzaglia immodest numbing violence, arrogance and hatred which shines in track. In all, now has added an awkward gasp cry of war. A braying cry in two stages by which accompanies the hit, like "ohhhh-heave" (or "help-temiiii", experts are working to understand what it says in the complaint). Intelligence from tennis lobotomized, and technical limitations of semidilettante. Even a cobbler is able to identify the destruction of long legs and firm, senseless slashing pulled the ball away from your body all'arrembante attack always. Even the mindless throwing the ball in the sky that makes you score the double fault before it hits the ball. He lost 10-8 in the third. E if, by mere chance, he won, he could become one of the favorites. To say how it was made in the WTA.
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