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There was a time when tennis was still the Tennis. A time when there were still Fognini, the cuttlefish, Bolelli and Starace, unspeakable talent blossomed and got only few decades later, a time (it is already the third time that I write, if you want to suggest a synonym can also answer below) in which every boy or girl had not spoiled for choice as to which standard to choose to identify with and cheer. About the coldness exciting Edberg, who cuffs Sweaty Lendl, who dresses the color of Agassi and who, coming to me, the elephantine elegance of psychopathy Bum Bum Becker. Years pass and 10 are long. Some samples are unknown, others have become writers, others have given to the commentary, the other crafts.

Everyone did a decent short order. Everyone, with few exceptions. Few exceptions including him, what's left of him. The blond-reddish (or red to blond) diving on any field, and lake place to pierce the opponent. The awkward elephant who could not stay away from the network and with a touch unthinkable. The impatient monological psychopath for hours on the sideline by himself looking for because of their dramas. The Brave against whom he had married a black girl in a country not exactly loving towards the unlike German. I sighed several times reading of his divorce, his children scattered like a Cristiano Ronaldo all, their suitcases on the bed for those long trips to the chilling commercials for poker tournaments (a bit like seeing Tyson advertise tournaments Trivial ). But the last straw that broke the pint of my discomfort was his image, swollen like a skin, sitting in quell'Ocktober fest did not think to drain the tenth liter of beer. A sad picture, I knew of more than a muted, more than 10 Grand Slams in a row to Nadal, more than "we are a very strong team" after losing two singular in two hours doing little more than 10 games, more than ever, as before I will love you, bum bum.

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A ray of sunshine.

That WTA had ceased to have anything to do with tennis and women's tennis could refute it (?) For years. The domain of the sisters Serena and Venus, four arms torn ATP, a shovel had removed the surplus (?) Class, grace and elegance that also called for the male audience, usually sexed and racist in this sense ( and do not shake your head saying no) to sit on the couch to watch matches. And waiting for some breath lenisse these cleavers racket disguised as (or vice versa do you) had meanwhile reached the wrong one (of wind): an infinite number of clones (or clone?) howler from the east, to the wonderfully nice covers, bedroom or truck, but to no avail irritants, including Mossetto, wheedling, thighs and mosquitoes and the monotony of their game.

And in this ominous gray sky that shot (?) Swallows who have never done spring, Maria Jose Martinez Sanchez, Romina Oprandi, Alexandr Dolgopolov to give us glimpses of class and poetry . Squarci tarp and overshadowed by the physical and the mind unstable that plagues almost always the folly of talent. (?).

For this, (I had lost the reason for this preamble) (but I found myself) I would like to thank (and you should, too) Kim Clijsters, who returned recently More than a year, in slippers, dressing gown and a child which to burp every day. And to demonstrate, in the meantime, winning two Grand Slams, was clearly lower than the level of competition. Not for sminunire the scope of his victories, also to resize a domain of the muscles on the talent. To appeal, may not excite doubt (some people find exciting Chuck Norris) but that was perhaps inevitably broke his balls (a French release it every so often).

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We talk about the loneliness of the numbers? We want the tumbler boring pages of records? We want to rattle off statistics sterile? After Nadal's triumph at the U.S. Open (which was easy to define "announced" after the departure of the King) is, the English vogliamo.Lo the tender age of 24 years and hurry up, put in your pocket and 2 9 slam finali.Alla very very young puppy (for female readers) the age Messiah had collected 6. Like it or not, (favor (?) For less) whereas the sun is now dell'Innarivabile sure thing (and swallow at the Australian Open has now been demolished) English is destined to become the strongest of all time . No, wait. Now I can come up with the class, elegance, grace, forehands, backhands. No.NO. We're talking about titles. Of charts. Of those annoying comparisons with the giants of the past. If you were worth the immense then must apply for Rafael yet. Four, five years older levels still lie ahead.

Recital (I've used but this time I do not have a synonym accustomed (?)) The intangibility of Murray, the absence of predictable Vate, the inconsistency mental and physical characteristic of a number of cormorants Roddick and Del Potro, Djokovic of discontinuity (which is the praise for the wonderful match with the Supreme) (match humiliated that he would lose if the iridescence is not now a shadow of himself ) will overwrite all the pages of this sport (tennis for those who still did not know what I'm talking about). For joy, crying, delirium, voodoo dolls, discomfort, onanism, crime and punishment of all the fans. And maybe, perhaps, who complained about the dictatorship of the Swiss should seriously start worrying about that yet Spagnola.Rimpiagendo times gone by, when Wimbledon was the whole campaign.

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with Susy.

A great leader and politician. An attack that punished under laws ad personam with making Dr. Strangelove laws affecting the society, has the right to govern without any interference from iperpoliticizzati segments of the judiciary who want to put him offside.

A dictator surrounded by the paranoid racist, actual people who believe in imaginary worlds, and who understand the mood of the people. A leader of a government that has done so much for the Italians, disaster for the school, for jobs, the economy. In the five points he did not put anything to jump-start the economy and make it competitive.

A leader of a great national party, a big party occidentale.Il PDL is gone. With specific reference values: freedom, respect and human dignity. And we will not be intimidated by his paranoid and pathetic campaign. Indecent because paranoid and pathetic because they are not aware of the contempt that is mounting around.

A party that has opened horizons of great hope, a source of ideas, a lung that breathes oxygen and gives the whole party nazione.Un subjects declassified at the leading edge, where the distinctions are treason.

we are all grateful. There is an Italy worried. The Italians are tired of this perpetual campaign that never ends, this triumph of propaganda, this ordeal quotidiana.E then, in the name of a truly liberal center-right National reformer, social, European, and freedom to continue with future Italy.

I am sure that he did not take.

I say this without irony.

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I return in mind.

"The place is not fixed everything, seek God." Who could have uttered such unattainable, LSD and hilarious shit? A businessman on the verge of bankruptcy vinavil doped up to? Bondi intervened to calm everyone down to an assertion of the unemployed? (Formerly unemployed) ("the government of doing" immersed in the usual trivial matters to them heart to heart as Rosy Bindi the state contribution for the nipple rings to twelve years old indigent ).(?).

No, much more depressing than the answer. To utter a word that is otherwise pathetic Puff Daddy Piazza San Pietro (rings and chains that feed the Belize, which is advancing with the feeding of the Congo), the top of her dress funny slippers Prada, the smoking of crack 19 April 2005 has made our country a worse place.

What would you say the news (if you're still having my biblical times). No, the indolence of Safin is out of my body and I did not know where to fucking start.

With I learned to defeat the hilarious U.S. Open? With Tila Tequila stoned making them only two scratches? With the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bBersani's Witnesses to knock on doors of every Italian? (Here are the point of no return) (I'm trying to close this piece with the same familiarity that Edward Scissorhands was closed in the bathroom).

There, now that I think about buying in the last moments of football market Rinaudo by Juventus could make me pass on key rivers. But it ends well, this brief intervention if they va.Il mouse clicks and send this idiocy. But wait and you'll have another. It was better to die than say small crime, and another written (?) begin.