The proud flight Roddick broke the spell Raonic vehement. A Sunday like any other. To wait for the "Atomic sweep us away." That yet another mummy Eastern brushwork with squid ink is sent to hell. In the extreme by imagining a bunch of fascists sent whitewashed tombs where they deserve: All 'Island of the Famous (brutally final version), surrounded by tiger sharks and piranhas that sdegnino the foul meat, because there is a limit to everything.
But luckily there is tennis. I enjoy the final tournament in Memphis. Mica Flushing Meadows. Starring: the rampant Canadian born in Podgorica Milos Raonic and the old Andy Roddick still competitive at medium high. A little 'I had hoped that the final with the young Milos came Juan Martin Del Potro . But the gunman has surrendered to Tandil still in the semifinals, as in San Jose. Faint signs of revival, in the slow path back to the top. Hopefully. For the meantime, between old shot, aches and large breaks, the rediscovery of the positive t-shirt. Without the proverbial tank tops discover armpits prevents the chilling effect "Franchino" fantozziana of memory. The final
ignores expectations, without predictable ground air missiles and bombs. The old Andy, propelled influenazato and proud, We just do not think of leaving the field to the young phenomenon grew in the Ontario shore. Raonic is in his second consecutive final after winning in San Jose. There will be Masters of 1000, but the clear indication of a star about to explode in all its power. Only the blind and the "Nandi Verdasco (still dazed by the second Scoppola north of receipt), can not find in the Canadian boy the stigmata of the future sample. Speak, poor Nando, still in shock, "other sports". So clouded by Karlovic put in half, showing great dementia, in the field, but especially outside. He will play another sport, but tennis masters. Not only clusters of ace, but a hammering wise even bounce and a handful of tasty hand placed volleys. Dell'imberbe typical boy frowning face, still shocked by the sudden growth of adolescence, this scratching without muscles and narrow shoulders continues in his job even against Roddick. Services devastating forehand and halberds elusive, departing from his racket with impressive speed. Without much effort or need to be big jim musculature. Operate the arm and so virtuous. It should be the main dogma to distinguish the art tennis talent built (Chapter 1, first paragraph).
Almost inevitable the two exciting tie-break. A normal leisure youth Raonic gives the first American. In second is to climb into the chair, however, Milos, demonstrating another feature impressive character and mental strength uncommon for two decades. Even more surprising when you consider that playing against an entire building, and the beginning of the match that his opponent has staged work by hazing Tennis distasteful, influencing judges and referee. And his country, give it to him a helping hand willingly, with over rules and two rebounds embarrassing not seen under the nose of the umpire. But the Canadian cancels three match points, like a natural thing, taking the match in the third.
The guy seems to give up, just fifteen 1-5 in the deciding set, before the nth comeback that brings it on 5-5. Now the Yankees have experienced the shocked face of incredulity, mixed with frustration. It 'another clear signal. The old standard that gives a perfect sense of helplessness admired. Expression of dismay that I read in the features of the old dug nineteen SuperMAC against Sampras, unable to stem what seemed contrived tennis on the moon, it was so devastating. Here, divide the two characters per cent yesterday, put the cement in place of the Memphis, at the time still green, in Flushing Meadows, and you will have the same passing of the baton. E 'Roddick even more hectic, a lot of tics and quell'imbarazzante ravanare the family jewels, worthy of a major league hitter who just spit chewing tobacco. But we're not losing. Match point, the fifth or sixth, has lost count. Here is the other exploding yet another forehand Minella abnormal to go out, the AC and excellent volleys placed, Andy grabs desperately, almost turning it into cement and digging through winning dive in pike. The hit of the year, definitely. Complete with cap and tumble scarnificante flitting away from discovering the bald balding. On stage there premizione
of the clear picture of the match. The Andy flat, tired and bleeding, happy to have brought home the match against the new "feel" the tennis world and winning the thirtieth career title. The Canadian guy happy for the second consecutive final. Play on your top twenty. It will become the top ten. Amen.
But luckily there is tennis. I enjoy the final tournament in Memphis. Mica Flushing Meadows. Starring: the rampant Canadian born in Podgorica Milos Raonic and the old Andy Roddick still competitive at medium high. A little 'I had hoped that the final with the young Milos came Juan Martin Del Potro . But the gunman has surrendered to Tandil still in the semifinals, as in San Jose. Faint signs of revival, in the slow path back to the top. Hopefully. For the meantime, between old shot, aches and large breaks, the rediscovery of the positive t-shirt. Without the proverbial tank tops discover armpits prevents the chilling effect "Franchino" fantozziana of memory. The final
ignores expectations, without predictable ground air missiles and bombs. The old Andy, propelled influenazato and proud, We just do not think of leaving the field to the young phenomenon grew in the Ontario shore. Raonic is in his second consecutive final after winning in San Jose. There will be Masters of 1000, but the clear indication of a star about to explode in all its power. Only the blind and the "Nandi Verdasco (still dazed by the second Scoppola north of receipt), can not find in the Canadian boy the stigmata of the future sample. Speak, poor Nando, still in shock, "other sports". So clouded by Karlovic put in half, showing great dementia, in the field, but especially outside. He will play another sport, but tennis masters. Not only clusters of ace, but a hammering wise even bounce and a handful of tasty hand placed volleys. Dell'imberbe typical boy frowning face, still shocked by the sudden growth of adolescence, this scratching without muscles and narrow shoulders continues in his job even against Roddick. Services devastating forehand and halberds elusive, departing from his racket with impressive speed. Without much effort or need to be big jim musculature. Operate the arm and so virtuous. It should be the main dogma to distinguish the art tennis talent built (Chapter 1, first paragraph).
Almost inevitable the two exciting tie-break. A normal leisure youth Raonic gives the first American. In second is to climb into the chair, however, Milos, demonstrating another feature impressive character and mental strength uncommon for two decades. Even more surprising when you consider that playing against an entire building, and the beginning of the match that his opponent has staged work by hazing Tennis distasteful, influencing judges and referee. And his country, give it to him a helping hand willingly, with over rules and two rebounds embarrassing not seen under the nose of the umpire. But the Canadian cancels three match points, like a natural thing, taking the match in the third.
The guy seems to give up, just fifteen 1-5 in the deciding set, before the nth comeback that brings it on 5-5. Now the Yankees have experienced the shocked face of incredulity, mixed with frustration. It 'another clear signal. The old standard that gives a perfect sense of helplessness admired. Expression of dismay that I read in the features of the old dug nineteen SuperMAC against Sampras, unable to stem what seemed contrived tennis on the moon, it was so devastating. Here, divide the two characters per cent yesterday, put the cement in place of the Memphis, at the time still green, in Flushing Meadows, and you will have the same passing of the baton. E 'Roddick even more hectic, a lot of tics and quell'imbarazzante ravanare the family jewels, worthy of a major league hitter who just spit chewing tobacco. But we're not losing. Match point, the fifth or sixth, has lost count. Here is the other exploding yet another forehand Minella abnormal to go out, the AC and excellent volleys placed, Andy grabs desperately, almost turning it into cement and digging through winning dive in pike. The hit of the year, definitely. Complete with cap and tumble scarnificante flitting away from discovering the bald balding. On stage there premizione
of the clear picture of the match. The Andy flat, tired and bleeding, happy to have brought home the match against the new "feel" the tennis world and winning the thirtieth career title. The Canadian guy happy for the second consecutive final. Play on your top twenty. It will become the top ten. Amen.
Soderling continues to make a clean sweep, Almagro reuccio South America. After Rotterdam, Robin Soderling he also takes the tournament in Marseille and continues to buy up smaller loot, despite being weakened by a nasty flu. To take all shots, very pleasant by the quail volleante Mahut Llodra and , until rediscovered "Robocop" Tursunov . In the final, Swedish is the psychotic leader of a complicated match against Marin Cilic , recovering after a long period of lethargy stop trembling. What Coach has made Goran Ivanisevic (the word can arouse laughter coach, but so is) to awaken "the bad sleep in the woods"? I imagine his eyes appallati of the best opportunities to bestow joyful racket in the kneecaps, as the good old days, when the shattered fields. The image is priceless. Note also responsible for Misha Youzhny, who fight in the French palace as a toothless old lion with Paturnie. Tsonga beats a growing but still minimal and then, in perfect harmony with the intent to dance a waltz locusts Tyrol in his skull, surrenders to Cilic. In Buenos Aires
second win in a row for "Ciccio ugly Almagro, a real lion cub indomitable touring in South America. Ugly as a hallucinogenic nightmare poisoned mushrooms and in a post scoppiattante, Nico emerges in the usual cloud of soil arrembanti. Including the elderly and old snake of clay Juan Ignatio Chela in the final, and the constant Tommy Robredo in the semifinals, where a Ligurian is still running after her best expression to slap immediate and shouts back "Hombre de mierda! Hombre de mierda. " And while that continues to make the results that he can only imagine in his dreams by champion. Also in Baires, another useless and sleepy appearance of David Nalbandian which seems to remain only Mundial Club and Davis. Disturbing return to the world of tennis ATP for Jose Acasuso , ultimately leading to Bucamarango only South American and other challengers for a prize of a sheep alive. Reached the quarter-finals (beating even Dolgopolov, among others), with that a bit 'so, that refers to the atmosphere worthy of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Almost reluctantly called back to on a tennis court, sweaty and just returned from a sultry afternoon spent in a Colombian brothel, with the propellers of the ceiling fan running tired.
Wozniacki, the queen of non-slam . Returned to her habitat, Caroline Wozniacki also found a striking form. Extends all, or rather, leads to madness every opponent in the cross-rich tournament in Dubai. Dressed in white-orange as the granddaughter of Rene Van de Kerkhof, in the semifinals ridicules Jelena Jankovic (or at least more than the Serbian sgroppante it already is, when he plays his volleys in disgraceful and cowardly backdown clumsy) . Then in the final also sent to the asylum Svetlana Kuznetsova . "Caroline A new, more aggressive," the speaker rings. But of course, right. A series of furious race desperate and recoveries, with the ball placed near the bottom line. The ever charming and feminine Svetlana goes out of laps. Usually male behavior, frowning face and screams worthy of a savage wild boar near the male castration without anesthesia. One, two, three, four acceleration accompanied by trembling gasp, before pulling the fifth pigeon and curse in Denmark, the world, tennis, physical beauty ...
to you the match of the century: Seppi -Petzshner . Some notes in the margin, perhaps more important than what happens in the hub. A Delray Beah will play an ATP tournament. Meanwhile, on those fields, as an aperitif, the nearly 52 year old John McEnroe does not want to stop and give joy coy embroidery graying. Jay Berger beat (the man who served passing his racket behind his back at the risk of decapitating each), and then check with the "young" Todd Martin 3-6 6-3 12-10 in the super tie-break. Now maybe play the final, maybe against the other immortal hero Pat Cash , he also authored an excellent scalp, to the detriment of the other "young" Mark Philippoussis (the one who wanted to return to the professional circuit, and 12 months ago, has also tried).
This hat I needed to strengthen themselves spiritually, before talking dell'atroce nothing. In Dubai, in fact, return to play loud ones (from Federer Djokovic). But among emirs, petro dollars, construction and camels spetazzanti fiction, here stands the first round to make his skin crawl. To the disgust that borders on horror. Petzschner-Seppi . A brilliant artist with no brain in constant short circuit against the hero caldarense the cowardly attitude of defeat. I great shots-designed from an unstable mind dead, as opposed to dying of a haggard fiatelle madioman coward. As I write and eat a stalk of celery (satisfying and substantial), I see the result. Dominates Seppi, 6-3 4-2. Then the other lights for five minutes, the brain, and ends up winning 3-6 7-6 6-2. The acrobatic talent top 150 dead, with rare peaks tennis from the first twenty (you'll need the usual 5 minutes, on average), can not prevail against the mediocre by normal top 60. Say some poor idiot caretaker-grandson of hierarchy, that sooner or later meet in person. And "do not spit because otherwise the perfume" (Quoting Cettolaqualunque).
This hat I needed to strengthen themselves spiritually, before talking dell'atroce nothing. In Dubai, in fact, return to play loud ones (from Federer Djokovic). But among emirs, petro dollars, construction and camels spetazzanti fiction, here stands the first round to make his skin crawl. To the disgust that borders on horror. Petzschner-Seppi . A brilliant artist with no brain in constant short circuit against the hero caldarense the cowardly attitude of defeat. I great shots-designed from an unstable mind dead, as opposed to dying of a haggard fiatelle madioman coward. As I write and eat a stalk of celery (satisfying and substantial), I see the result. Dominates Seppi, 6-3 4-2. Then the other lights for five minutes, the brain, and ends up winning 3-6 7-6 6-2. The acrobatic talent top 150 dead, with rare peaks tennis from the first twenty (you'll need the usual 5 minutes, on average), can not prevail against the mediocre by normal top 60. Say some poor idiot caretaker-grandson of hierarchy, that sooner or later meet in person. And "do not spit because otherwise the perfume" (Quoting Cettolaqualunque).
an ATP 02/21/2011 - Dubai - Andreas Seppi vs Philipp Petzschner (Vincent match) Philipp Petzschner 2:00
No Win Bet Win Total 30.00 60.00
No Win Bet Win Total 30.00 60.00
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