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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