Day 11 - On your left, the challenger of Honolulu
Well to make a few things. The editorial policy of this blog has had some important and drastic changes. Alien forces from the frightful appearance, vaguely similar to Minzolini and Emilio Fede, I require a breakthrough. Raging semi-finals of the Australian Open, one of the four major tennis season. But for me it is as well not exist. The bald alien with zeppole, encouraged me: "The freedom of information how it works, do not worry. I should probably talk myself lean to prosecute this in Milan? Better trifola championships underway in Val di Susa. The spectator who pays the fee required by the truffle. ". Here, then, who skipped the recent unfortunate events in southern globe. I am a free man. I will tell you the exciting developments in the challenger Hilbronn. Several interesting to see the battle between the handful of tedesconi, means and means gunners tightrope walkers. There's Brands, undertake to make hay in the barn. The left-handed cinghialone edited by Pistolesi, Michael Berrer. But what most intrigues me is to see Mathias Kamke. I learned about the executioner of sacred grass in Auckland had gone to the killing un'anticchia David Ferrer, English (tell me) both semi-finals in Melbourne.
There is also anxious to see how they evolve spasmodic other challengers, in Honolulu. In Hawaii reviews the long-stay Dimitry Tursunov who beat another reborn of momentum: the Indian Rastogi. The last person to talk about Rastogi (pronounced with two "g") as a great promise, it was steaks Galeazzi in 2003.
The following lines, in anarchist dystonia with the editorial line, are written by my cat, "Napoleon." A painstaking half bastard, at the height of mating season.
Djokovic Federer off the stunt. You do not expect the Djokovic, and Federer lost, in Wonderland. O horrors. What then is the need to write. Just look at the photo above (I forgot, it carefully to prevent any children and heart patients), and there will be some idea of \u200b\u200bthe facts. As in New York rather than in New York, Novak Djokovic as a solid fighter, cash counters and the occasional impromptu and found the former number one. Bravo for charity, to strike as a blacksmith on the dance hits of a disturbed Federer timidly Scirocco. Nadal had surrendered to the physical, Federer to mind. All online. Armed with horrid
prominent chin, Eye of the Tiger pernicious strictly barred, regardless of Lombroso and outdated beliefs who would like some time in the nation's prisons, Nole trots from side to side like a wild boar grugnente. This is seen as a puppet slaughters, legs split to "ics", retrieve the umpteenth straight to get out of the Swiss. And that s'incapunisce stupid as a mule and takes two, three, four. From side to side. And the fifth wrong. Good and solid in the key the Serb para and pulls. " Far-in than usual, accustomed to the art of "regular foul and grim inelegance end in itself. Federer
largely insufficient. Sterile service, low backhand, often late and less devastating than usual with the straight. Despite everything, the first set when Djokovic picked it up at the tie-break. Federer ran away 5-2, giving the impression of vivid technical difference between the two. That is why border on blasphemy to think of context only the final result. But that is where we see clearly the current weakness dell'elvetico and mental strength of the Serbian. The escape from reality and the usual call to life the opponent, who returns to trot like a man possessed and pull shots even raise them a trunk of old fir. Five games to make his skin crawl. E 7-5 Djokovic. Match ended there, with the puppet rigid and articulated joints that continues in a state of exaltation. Before the umpteenth must Federer losing version of: The controbreak desperate when the match seemed already lost, at 4-3. And the equally obvious inability to exploit quell'abbrivio, to turn the match. As in New York, as at Wimbledon. "And just like last year and as the year before." Melts the arm when there's nothing to lose and the other begin to tremble the knees. Before wasting a game with all service appalling. Closes
Djokovic, with merit. After three years finds himself playing the Australian Open final. Will face the winner of the confrontation between Murray and Ferrer. In this tournament who can not even get to play on the same day both semi-finals and that one of the finalists will enjoy an extra day of rest. And all that is good, amen. Against the Scot, would be a match full of interesting technical and mental aspects. Against the second, well ... writing it serious challenger to the Honolulu or Bucamarango.
Li Na and Clijsters, the final fairer. He also played (perhaps especially) the women's semifinals of the board. Favorite Christmas Eve, the Chinese Na Li likely to succumb against Caroline Wozniacki. Victim of his mistakes and dell'estenuante wall erected from chamomile world number one, fresh from furious battles with local marsupials. Even save a match point the compact Chinese before going to easily win the third. In the end you find yourself, as forecast, Kim Clijsters. The Belgian leaves no way to pretty hysterical Vera Zvonareva, never entered the match.
Clijsters and Li are found in the final, having also played for the Sydney two weeks ago, proving the best of the lot. A cut above the rest. Then prevailed the Chinese, who at 28 is found to give the best tennis of the entire career thanks to a remarkable physical and mental maturity. Mama Kim rather not have missed a beat and a set in the tournament and proceeds like a steamroller. The former is so cool, in recent memory, which can lead to the temptation to take the Chinese as a favorite. The particular importance of the stakes tend to leave rather than be in the hull in similar situations.
Well to make a few things. The editorial policy of this blog has had some important and drastic changes. Alien forces from the frightful appearance, vaguely similar to Minzolini and Emilio Fede, I require a breakthrough. Raging semi-finals of the Australian Open, one of the four major tennis season. But for me it is as well not exist. The bald alien with zeppole, encouraged me: "The freedom of information how it works, do not worry. I should probably talk myself lean to prosecute this in Milan? Better trifola championships underway in Val di Susa. The spectator who pays the fee required by the truffle. ". Here, then, who skipped the recent unfortunate events in southern globe. I am a free man. I will tell you the exciting developments in the challenger Hilbronn. Several interesting to see the battle between the handful of tedesconi, means and means gunners tightrope walkers. There's Brands, undertake to make hay in the barn. The left-handed cinghialone edited by Pistolesi, Michael Berrer. But what most intrigues me is to see Mathias Kamke. I learned about the executioner of sacred grass in Auckland had gone to the killing un'anticchia David Ferrer, English (tell me) both semi-finals in Melbourne.
There is also anxious to see how they evolve spasmodic other challengers, in Honolulu. In Hawaii reviews the long-stay Dimitry Tursunov who beat another reborn of momentum: the Indian Rastogi. The last person to talk about Rastogi (pronounced with two "g") as a great promise, it was steaks Galeazzi in 2003.
The following lines, in anarchist dystonia with the editorial line, are written by my cat, "Napoleon." A painstaking half bastard, at the height of mating season.
Djokovic Federer off the stunt. You do not expect the Djokovic, and Federer lost, in Wonderland. O horrors. What then is the need to write. Just look at the photo above (I forgot, it carefully to prevent any children and heart patients), and there will be some idea of \u200b\u200bthe facts. As in New York rather than in New York, Novak Djokovic as a solid fighter, cash counters and the occasional impromptu and found the former number one. Bravo for charity, to strike as a blacksmith on the dance hits of a disturbed Federer timidly Scirocco. Nadal had surrendered to the physical, Federer to mind. All online. Armed with horrid
prominent chin, Eye of the Tiger pernicious strictly barred, regardless of Lombroso and outdated beliefs who would like some time in the nation's prisons, Nole trots from side to side like a wild boar grugnente. This is seen as a puppet slaughters, legs split to "ics", retrieve the umpteenth straight to get out of the Swiss. And that s'incapunisce stupid as a mule and takes two, three, four. From side to side. And the fifth wrong. Good and solid in the key the Serb para and pulls. " Far-in than usual, accustomed to the art of "regular foul and grim inelegance end in itself. Federer
largely insufficient. Sterile service, low backhand, often late and less devastating than usual with the straight. Despite everything, the first set when Djokovic picked it up at the tie-break. Federer ran away 5-2, giving the impression of vivid technical difference between the two. That is why border on blasphemy to think of context only the final result. But that is where we see clearly the current weakness dell'elvetico and mental strength of the Serbian. The escape from reality and the usual call to life the opponent, who returns to trot like a man possessed and pull shots even raise them a trunk of old fir. Five games to make his skin crawl. E 7-5 Djokovic. Match ended there, with the puppet rigid and articulated joints that continues in a state of exaltation. Before the umpteenth must Federer losing version of: The controbreak desperate when the match seemed already lost, at 4-3. And the equally obvious inability to exploit quell'abbrivio, to turn the match. As in New York, as at Wimbledon. "And just like last year and as the year before." Melts the arm when there's nothing to lose and the other begin to tremble the knees. Before wasting a game with all service appalling. Closes
Djokovic, with merit. After three years finds himself playing the Australian Open final. Will face the winner of the confrontation between Murray and Ferrer. In this tournament who can not even get to play on the same day both semi-finals and that one of the finalists will enjoy an extra day of rest. And all that is good, amen. Against the Scot, would be a match full of interesting technical and mental aspects. Against the second, well ... writing it serious challenger to the Honolulu or Bucamarango.
Li Na and Clijsters, the final fairer. He also played (perhaps especially) the women's semifinals of the board. Favorite Christmas Eve, the Chinese Na Li likely to succumb against Caroline Wozniacki. Victim of his mistakes and dell'estenuante wall erected from chamomile world number one, fresh from furious battles with local marsupials. Even save a match point the compact Chinese before going to easily win the third. In the end you find yourself, as forecast, Kim Clijsters. The Belgian leaves no way to pretty hysterical Vera Zvonareva, never entered the match.
Clijsters and Li are found in the final, having also played for the Sydney two weeks ago, proving the best of the lot. A cut above the rest. Then prevailed the Chinese, who at 28 is found to give the best tennis of the entire career thanks to a remarkable physical and mental maturity. Mama Kim rather not have missed a beat and a set in the tournament and proceeds like a steamroller. The former is so cool, in recent memory, which can lead to the temptation to take the Chinese as a favorite. The particular importance of the stakes tend to leave rather than be in the hull in similar situations.
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