"Psycho Killer" Divella windmills . Without prodigious Ride of the Valkyries or inspired by the best symphonies of Mahler, the tennis season is in that phase of sleepy tired before important meetings. In this arrembante waltz for people looking for location, beautiful space it carves out its Robin Soderling. A sound of ignorant Sleeveless rudimentary. But this is history. The psychotic lumberjacks of Tundra, repeating the success of last season in Rotterdam, proving worthy of the peaks reached. Not only serial killer impromptu trance of the most powerful, capable of genuine virulence Divella with rude and blind ambitions of the favorites in the romantic Parisian proscenium, but also disturbed and constant bounty hunter tournament "minor."
Robin and convincing wins in the Netherlands. Tournament, as witnessed by the names of past winners in the gallery, has a good tradition. A good win in the final against Jo-Wilfried Tsonga . Match only partially retains the expectations of battle violently beautiful. The Swede check the correctness of the September 3 "Cassius Jo, fragile clay giant, which also could technically do a lot more of the rough opponent, is stranded at the distance wistfully. Incapable of that, almost unique in the human world, skills in combining shots medieval scimitar fluettanti stored in foil. Continues to be torn, as a one-off intermittent rumbling from the engine drowned out by traffic on city streets. Maybe not the courts, on his way. Maybe. What is certain is that the poor fool, nihilistically increasingly delusional, struck in 2008 to point to predict the victory of a slam by 2012 (enrollment penalty the circles of freedom together with the bilingual Nicole Minetti and a passionate kiss in the moonlight to Cicchitto), it is increasingly resigned. And that is languid kiss Cicchitto. Of leprosy is contagious dies. If so, take a previously secular in my honor. Even watching a match old McEnroe will alleviate the sufferings of my deceased.
Returning to the sauce, if anything, there were triumphs "Psycho Killer" Soderling. Great club, even a semblance of moderation tactics, between blind rage and extreme myopia. And the proverbial "fists", complete with a pleased look to his corner, tightening the lip like a child who is pleased that he stole the jam. Coach Pistolesi (seemed to me thin 2 ounces of good), all constipated, holds barely contentment. Some had to tell him. In the past few months from being considered inappropriate to forge the amazing qualities of a delicious Italian by ectoplasm top 50 at most (Bolelli) to train a thoroughbred top 5. Italian flair. Robin seems to have acquired even a moderate mental maturity, and balance over the senseless murder of the fund. The tournament, more than in the final or the semifinals, where he mastered in the safety of frogs croak in the brain of Misha Youzhny, he won the second round. That 's where unlined lion character and courage in canceling a match point to Philipp Kohlschreiber in the decisive tie-break.
Robin and convincing wins in the Netherlands. Tournament, as witnessed by the names of past winners in the gallery, has a good tradition. A good win in the final against Jo-Wilfried Tsonga . Match only partially retains the expectations of battle violently beautiful. The Swede check the correctness of the September 3 "Cassius Jo, fragile clay giant, which also could technically do a lot more of the rough opponent, is stranded at the distance wistfully. Incapable of that, almost unique in the human world, skills in combining shots medieval scimitar fluettanti stored in foil. Continues to be torn, as a one-off intermittent rumbling from the engine drowned out by traffic on city streets. Maybe not the courts, on his way. Maybe. What is certain is that the poor fool, nihilistically increasingly delusional, struck in 2008 to point to predict the victory of a slam by 2012 (enrollment penalty the circles of freedom together with the bilingual Nicole Minetti and a passionate kiss in the moonlight to Cicchitto), it is increasingly resigned. And that is languid kiss Cicchitto. Of leprosy is contagious dies. If so, take a previously secular in my honor. Even watching a match old McEnroe will alleviate the sufferings of my deceased.
Returning to the sauce, if anything, there were triumphs "Psycho Killer" Soderling. Great club, even a semblance of moderation tactics, between blind rage and extreme myopia. And the proverbial "fists", complete with a pleased look to his corner, tightening the lip like a child who is pleased that he stole the jam. Coach Pistolesi (seemed to me thin 2 ounces of good), all constipated, holds barely contentment. Some had to tell him. In the past few months from being considered inappropriate to forge the amazing qualities of a delicious Italian by ectoplasm top 50 at most (Bolelli) to train a thoroughbred top 5. Italian flair. Robin seems to have acquired even a moderate mental maturity, and balance over the senseless murder of the fund. The tournament, more than in the final or the semifinals, where he mastered in the safety of frogs croak in the brain of Misha Youzhny, he won the second round. That 's where unlined lion character and courage in canceling a match point to Philipp Kohlschreiber in the decisive tie-break.
acrobatic feats from home for unbalanced seals. Yes, you heard right, Philipp "Kolhi" Kohlschreiber . And here the conversation slips inexorably toward my beloved trained seals, suffering from dystonia neurocerebral. German, arrembante agonist as even a chinchilla in the season of copulation (or as I learned, for wild fields Berghem de haut) gives a performance sanding. Usually it has three per season. We are the one played in Rotterdam. Doth sumptuous shots, some captivating and descents garrulous net with volleys lying softly. Always with that face a bit 'so, who does not know whether to buy at the supermarket radishes or wild chicory. Eyes dull, sleeping and surreal look hairstyle with vague hints of banana, a corollary of an adorable picture of Baroque dying. But how not to mention the other of Germany Philipp. Philipp "Picasso" Petzschner . Darting and ready to fight. He that in this early season has to defend the two semi-finals of last year and threatens to plunge more than 170 of the position rankings. Forever. Motivated, then, and spring loaded. Lost in qualifying, falling against the Russian robocop Dimitry Tursunov. Fished as a "lucky looser" after the resignation of Ernests Gulbis (everyone has a little bit of illogic disarming), also enters into the board. Picasso, "lucky loser". What involuntary trembling words can better describe the essence of man. He honors the hand of Lady Luck be overwhelmed by the knotty Dutch De Bakker, 6-1 in the third. Not before winning the second 6-0. The Picassi settle for what is known. Then along with the trust appears circus Medrano ( Jurgen Melzer ) illuminates the front of the stage with acrobatic circus knitting. The dual is true, and only, way of Picasso. Repeat bad, but I said it in time no suspects.
noisy appearance in Rotterdam for a new and playful adept, now almost a regular customer: Benoit Paire . Skip the qualifiers and beating none other than Gilles Simon. Just look at a few shots to see that victory was never the most technically justified. And even religiously. Then lost to Ljubicic. Benoit is a stray Gattaccia, hopelessly devoted to defeat amazing. Or the most unexpected victory. North wind blows and winning huge sleeping, languid damped double faults and repeat. A Baroque building burned down by aliens. Just look at a point, and understand all of the brilliant bohemian French. The other serves for the match. Makes a drop shot, not really short and here is the trans action hero. Two sleepy cat leaps forward detachment in suspension and left scroll ball hit with racket between his legs. The other takes over and closes the field unprotected. And wins.
noisy appearance in Rotterdam for a new and playful adept, now almost a regular customer: Benoit Paire . Skip the qualifiers and beating none other than Gilles Simon. Just look at a few shots to see that victory was never the most technically justified. And even religiously. Then lost to Ljubicic. Benoit is a stray Gattaccia, hopelessly devoted to defeat amazing. Or the most unexpected victory. North wind blows and winning huge sleeping, languid damped double faults and repeat. A Baroque building burned down by aliens. Just look at a point, and understand all of the brilliant bohemian French. The other serves for the match. Makes a drop shot, not really short and here is the trans action hero. Two sleepy cat leaps forward detachment in suspension and left scroll ball hit with racket between his legs. The other takes over and closes the field unprotected. And wins.
Raonic and Almagro, sounding two blasts . God is my witness. And even some writing. Milos Raonic great revelation of 2011. Along with the pleasant "low crotch" Ricardas Berankis by magic hand, and for lovers of disasters spineless, even at that Benoit Paire above. Milos, a giant Canadian Slavic origin, with the beardless face and chubby schoolboy from a good family Harvard University, send all to the mat, winning his first ATP tournament in San Jose. Service works is that if stem only from the superhero "kiavik, exploded and hit the rebound, as well as good things to the network. Beat in two sets grouse Verdasco, with lowered crest and more "like a Tabasko Verdasco (corrected to xamamina). I'd also played my imaginary house, on that two sets to zero. The girl hit and character, and I hear him speak.
Nell'atp Brazilian SUIP Costa do however, manage to have a great final between two top 15 authentic Nicols Almagro and Alexander Dolgopolov . At the end wins the Iberian. Arrogance essence stinging rain and buffeted. Struts atrocities behavioral and white cherub apology from his opponent with hand raised. But when I do win bets, is much more tolerable. Well also Dolgopolov (maybe it was better to see him playing in other tournaments on the fast), and that, hence the throw burning permanently, will do the Masters in London. If you said to Bolelli and Seppi, and are still on the loose ...
WTA number one with tumble Clijsters, Hantuchova he sees himself. The WTA lived on spasmodic (yes, as a rally to Rutelli and tobacco) pending Kim Clijsters new number one. Designated as such even by computer. And for once, not the usual gimmick to mislead. Target reached easily from the mother Dutch premiere in Paris. But celebrated with the unexpected defeat in the final at the hands of Petra Kvitova . Member of czech tennis tradition always generous, year to date on the levels of the best. Ottoman service and constant pounding left-handed, with that made off the student suffers from a physical Juno. It takes a little short.
Italian on the shields in the WTA Pattaya City. Our second line, Sara Errani and Roberta Vinci , facing one of the semifinals. It causes great sadness to see the wonderful slice of elegant solutions Robertina, go against the unwatchable tractor revving screaming Errani (commendable, for the love of Buddha). But that's life. The tracagnotta Bologna with his arms by dockers, pulling two winners throughout the tournament (four in preseason), reached the final. Then collects the lupins and two games in the finals, dominated by a newfound Daniela Hantuchova . Good return of the Slovak gazelle always nice and flat geometric evolutions. Between high, low and angry bickering with the scale, there is more than a decade. Perhaps for that, instead of his 42 years shows 27.
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