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Post by kuniochi on Aug 9, 2006 11:42:33 GMT 3
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Post by carole on Aug 9, 2006 11:52:17 GMT 3
Thanks Annie !
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Post by alsl on Aug 9, 2006 12:08:36 GMT 3
Okay was ofcourse excited to see Marat play..haven't seen him since WIMBY!  I thought the match was rather dull.Neither of the players really found their momentum except Marat towards the end of the 2nd set and beginning of the 3rd (thank God he challenged that call  )and Robredo at the end of the match.[glow=red,2,300]IS IT ME OR DID MARAT NOT SEEM TO BE MOVING HIS FEET??  [/glow] I felt like taking a pistol and shooting at his feet like they do in the cowboy movies. There were SOME moments of brilliance but they were overshadowed by Marat's inconsistency and 50 or so unforced errors.   He seemed to let everything get to him and wasn't too patient out there.Surprised that Lars Graff didn't give him a warning the first time he hit the ball outside the court (he did the second time tho).Have to agree with the commentator when he said that Marat's serve used to be such an asset but now was a weakness (only 49% of first serves in).The music seemed to fit the atmosphere and Marat's situation really well too.At the changeovers in the 3rd set when Tommy broke Marat's serve because of a double fault the music played " unbelievable" by Thousand Foot Cructch played.Also when Marat was two breaks down,Destiny Child's "survivor" came on..talk about irony  *sigh* In the very words of Marat.."Shit happens." |
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Post by emma on Aug 9, 2006 12:21:09 GMT 3
Re: PETER and coaching. Please be patient. Official news will follow at one stage or the other. For now it's all just rumours and I have no idea what's going on  Last night inspired me for some writing, so here goes my little opus. The Strongest Part of Marat Safinby Annie 11 p.m. on a Tuesday night, outskirts of Moscow. I sit in my living-room in front of a huge TV with butterflies in my stomach holding a laptop. MSN is wide open as always and windows keep popping up informing me that people are gathering for what can already be considered a ritual – a Marat Safin match. I am nervous already and Nadal seems to be taking forever to beat Massu, but he finally does it and ads come on…excitement is unbearable. I chat to one of the closest pals I have on the net and she tells me she has no coverage, if I know anything about her it’s definitely that she cannot stand scoreboards (like anyone can, ey?) Living room gets chaotic for a few moments with hubby and me setting up our video camera on a tripod in front of the TV and in a matter of a few minutes my dearest friend has coverage, shitty but coverage. So here I sit with all the technology present at my house piled up in front of me and I stare at my screens. Hubby looks at me sympathetically and heads off to bed, he can never understand why but he accepts it and lives with it, my cat roams around me for a few minutes and when she realises HE is on TV and she is not getting any attention heads off to her basket for the night. This is it, this is just how I like it: me, my pals and Marat. Two MSN windows are open: video streaming in one mixed with cheery and sobbing smileys (that’s Safin for ya) and a bunch of other Marat maniacs in the other. I sit and think about how weird life can get. Here we are, people of different nationalities, different backgrounds, different age gathered together in the middle of the night staring into our computers and sharing one passion. Most of us have never seen one another but for some very strange reason most of us cannot imagine our lives without each other anymore. I sit at work or at home sometimes and catch myself thinking about a girl in France who went for her blood test and her results are due any minute now or about a sister of another girl in Holland who is undergoing surgery and I realise I am sick with worry, I think of a mother of two kids in Australia whose little ones are really sick and I wonder how they are. Belgium, Holland, UAE, Romania, Russia, France all cramped into one little window laughing, crying, getting mad, upset in a matter of three hours. This is world politics for you happening right at this moment and the man who makes them is staring at me from my TV screen. We swear at him, we blame him for our gray hair, lost nerve cells, for playing with our emotions but deep down inside we all know that that is the reason we love him so much. That is the reason we are behind him for years and will stay there for as long as he can and wants to hold a tennis racket. No matter what – we are always there, a few steps behind. And even though we grumble, repeat the F word continuously and contemplate hopping on FedererExpress every time Marat loses, we know that what he does for us is priceless – he makes us feel alive and makes us realise that no matter where we travel next there will always be someone there waiting for us. Without even knowing it, he has built a huge brick wall around him, a wall of people who share their passions, fears, happiness and emotions. And that by far is Marat Safin’s strongest part – his fans. As long as we are here – fear nothing Marat, we won’t let you fall. This morning I was on a tube going to work (one hour late, thanks to Marat) and I opened one of Paolo Coelho’s books and read “Every path no matter how hard it is - is magical if it leads to your dream”. Dream on Marat, and so will we! Thanks a lot, Annie..... for everything..... for my shitty coverage last night, for reminding me to go get my blood tests results, for beeing here everytime I need it  I love you girl |
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Post by Tish on Aug 9, 2006 12:34:26 GMT 3
Re: PETER and coaching. Please be patient. Official news will follow at one stage or the other. For now it's all just rumours and I have no idea what's going on Last night inspired me for some writing, so here goes my little opus. The Strongest Part of Marat Safinby Annie 11 p.m. on a Tuesday night, outskirts of Moscow. I sit in my living-room in front of a huge TV with butterflies in my stomach holding a laptop. MSN is wide open as always and windows keep popping up informing me that people are gathering for what can already be considered a ritual – a Marat Safin match. I am nervous already and Nadal seems to be taking forever to beat Massu, but he finally does it and ads come on…excitement is unbearable. I chat to one of the closest pals I have on the net and she tells me she has no coverage, if I know anything about her it’s definitely that she cannot stand scoreboards (like anyone can, ey?) Living room gets chaotic for a few moments with hubby and me setting up our video camera on a tripod in front of the TV and in a matter of a few minutes my dearest friend has coverage, shitty but coverage. So here I sit with all the technology present at my house piled up in front of me and I stare at my screens. Hubby looks at me sympathetically and heads off to bed, he can never understand why but he accepts it and lives with it, my cat roams around me for a few minutes and when she realises HE is on TV and she is not getting any attention heads off to her basket for the night. This is it, this is just how I like it: me, my pals and Marat. Two MSN windows are open: video streaming in one mixed with cheery and sobbing smileys (that’s Safin for ya) and a bunch of other Marat maniacs in the other. I sit and think about how weird life can get. Here we are, people of different nationalities, different backgrounds, different age gathered together in the middle of the night staring into our computers and sharing one passion. Most of us have never seen one another but for some very strange reason most of us cannot imagine our lives without each other anymore. I sit at work or at home sometimes and catch myself thinking about a girl in France who went for her blood test and her results are due any minute now or about a sister of another girl in Holland who is undergoing surgery and I realise I am sick with worry, I think of a mother of two kids in Australia whose little ones are really sick and I wonder how they are. Belgium, Holland, UAE, Romania, Russia, France all cramped into one little window laughing, crying, getting mad, upset in a matter of three hours. This is world politics for you happening right at this moment and the man who makes them is staring at me from my TV screen. We swear at him, we blame him for our gray hair, lost nerve cells, for playing with our emotions but deep down inside we all know that that is the reason we love him so much. That is the reason we are behind him for years and will stay there for as long as he can and wants to hold a tennis racket. No matter what – we are always there, a few steps behind. And even though we grumble, repeat the F word continuously and contemplate hopping on FedererExpress every time Marat loses, we know that what he does for us is priceless – he makes us feel alive and makes us realise that no matter where we travel next there will always be someone there waiting for us. Without even knowing it, he has built a huge brick wall around him, a wall of people who share their passions, fears, happiness and emotions. And that by far is Marat Safin’s strongest part – his fans. As long as we are here – fear nothing Marat, we won’t let you fall. This morning I was on a tube going to work (one hour late, thanks to Marat) and I opened one of Paolo Coelho’s books and read “Every path no matter how hard it is - is magical if it leads to your dream”. Dream on Marat, and so will we! Thanks a lot, Annie..... for everything..... for my shitty coverage last night, for reminding me to go get my blood tests results, for beeing here everytime I need it I love you girl Spot on Annie !, but you failed to mention that some of us are also rewarded in other ways when he wins . How can I be expected to have children if he loses so much...I still care though |
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Post by davis on Aug 9, 2006 12:35:44 GMT 3
Thanks Annie, lovely read |
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Post by Annie on Aug 9, 2006 12:36:11 GMT 3
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Post by emma on Aug 9, 2006 12:37:21 GMT 3
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Post by Tish on Aug 9, 2006 12:39:37 GMT 3
I thought that you would like that!...I saw the 2nd and third set this morning but set up cable to record it this morning.
Today just didn't work out for him but with Marat still playing doubles will certainly give him more playing time... It can't alsways be easy playing all by yourself, it is a pity that the coaches can't talk to them during their intervals but then again that might start a few arguments..
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Post by Tish on Aug 9, 2006 12:42:36 GMT 3
Found the pictures without watermarks     Thanks Emma you are the best.... |
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Post by yse on Aug 9, 2006 12:42:48 GMT 3
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Post by Annie on Aug 9, 2006 12:48:18 GMT 3
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Post by lena on Aug 9, 2006 12:49:28 GMT 3
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Post by Tish on Aug 9, 2006 12:58:51 GMT 3
Stop! your spoiling me now!
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Post by marats on Aug 9, 2006 13:16:38 GMT 3
Thanks annie !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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)and Robredo at the end of the match.[glow=red,2,300]IS IT ME OR DID MARAT NOT SEEM TO BE MOVING HIS FEET?? 
[/glow] I felt like taking a pistol and shooting at his feet like they do in the cowboy movies.
He seemed to let everything get to him and wasn't too patient out there.Surprised that Lars Graff didn't give him a warning the first time he hit the ball outside the court (he did the second time tho).Have to agree with the commentator when he said that Marat's serve used to be such an asset but now was a weakness (only 49% of first serves in).
*sigh*
Dreams unwind but still it's a state of mind,..I know - Dreams unwind but still it's hard to find - Stevie Nicks...“Marat Safin is a self-tortured genius. He's off the wall with tremendous physical talent. “John Mc Enroe
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