public face (for those four dogs, two pigs, the mouse and the elephant that I read) fine, to be reached Tuesday without saying a word even to the first Grand Slam of the season. But only a few minutes I am awakened from deep sleep into which I sank gently lapped by the sea of \u200b\u200bwoes that of Melbourne. (I read a moment what the hell I wrote) (here, now I can continue).
I stayed at 63 64, struggled as dall'abbacinante Galeazzi un'amatriciana struggle to devour, with a reagent such as De Niro Murray before he got Robin Williams and the other (the sample, the epitome of beauty, the Michelangelo of the racket, table tennis of the law (?)) to restrict themselves to a boring imitation of a tennis instructor, evince sol'ora I be lost in the final scene of the illusion of recovery granted, clearly returned to the sender for too much respect, devotion and love for the one who invented the tennis.
You could open or continue with the chapter of the sad record of victories, the charts of all time, the fastest laps (this is fine) without any opponent beyond the hedge. You may open or continue. But no.
Anything else? Too easy to paraphrase, but it is hard to remember a memory Federasta to slam more exciting and less depressing. All or almost already written in advance. The usual laughable Italiaca carnage that will be redeemed in the eyes of the Italians of the profession with the second challenger to the shift of Voghera and Pantelleria, the usual pathetic curtain talent suicide (Petzschner and Gasquet Leopardiani more poetic in their idiocy), the usual pantomime Djokovic rightly ridiculed worldwide by Tsonga interview after the game and then take in turn deride (Tosnga) in the upcoming match against tennis. (But I tell you to do).. The sad realization that the only vaccine for this solitude of the Swiss numbers is now lost in his body sore and run down.
find something to save and a sense in this tournament although did not make sense? The exploits of the ever unjustly underestimated idol Binetti, reached the final by Henin, which further demonstrates how the distressing level of WTA is also a former tennis player just retired for years to lecture at Eastern schampiste screaming. But expect the shovel sister lost two finals in a row with two ex back in vogue (?) Was in fact too much for Ivana Vaccari. And finally the highest point of the tournament, the one that has moved us all. First game, first stage of the tournament, the first ball served by I Am Legend. The judge called the Out, He 's Hawk-eye. Applause.
