io invece faccio il tifo per Rafa e spero batta il record di slam di Federer. Basta con questa storia che lo svizzero è il dio del tennis, che è bello e da vedere e tutto il resto.
Voglio Rafa brutto sporco e cattivo, odiato da tutti. Vamos Rafa!
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Drogato_ di_porno ha scritto:
Voglio Rafa brutto sporco e cattivo, odiato da tutti. Vamos Rafa!
ok per il cattivo e forse lo sporco (non ho idea riguardo quello). ma brutto assolutamente no. poi in quella foto...se quelli sono i brutti
comunque adesso gioca contro Dimitrov, le quote lo danno 1,36 vs 3,25. Buon giocatore il bulgaro.
Godiamoci il match
quello si
e li veramente capisci che non esistono "i poteri forti" nel campo della calvizia.
perchè se veramente ci fosse una cura efficace contro la perdita di capelli etc non si vedrebbero i berlusconi testa d'asfalto o i nadal capelli di bambola
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Questo pseudo clone fallito di Federer, più noto per fidanzamenti che altro, sta giocando fastidiosamente bene. 2° set 63 minuti, 3° 70, 4° 64...non molla invece di arrendersi al grande e immenso re Raffaele. Doveva svegliarsi proprio ora?
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Dimitrov non ha giocato una sola partita decente in tutta la sua carriera. E' un tennista inutile che se non fosse mai esistito nessuno se ne sarebbe accorto. Invece oggi ha deciso di rompere la palle al Supremo Dio Rafa.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Dimitrov è affetto da priapismo da un paio d'ore, Rafa continua ad ansimare come una gattina in calore consapevole che se molla un attimo il bulgaro gli facializza pure la fidanzata d'altronde Dimitrov sta continuando a picchiare come un invasato nonostante alcuni errori marchiani soprattutto negli scambi lunghi.
Mi è saltato lo streaming per un minuto e stavo bestemmiando in ogni lingua conosciuta.
Scusate, potete consigliarmi un link affidabile (senza registrazione) per vedere gli ultimi scampoli? Sei disturba un link qua piuttosto con un messaggio privato, grazie
Raffaele è tornato a mondare le anime immonde. Comunque vada in finale, se gli infortuni lo lasciano in pace a Parigi sarà il solito trita-mattoni.
Sarebbe già successo l'anno scorso dopo la vittoria a Barcellona prima che il polso andasse a bagasce.
a sprazzi ho rivisto il vecchio Rafa (profondità), anche il rovescio che è la sua cartina di tornasole
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)