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another brief pause to discuss my weekend in the Magic Box to see the best tennis of the world. Soon there will be a new installment of erasmus life normal, and there are many things to discuss and build up and then are forgotten. Since November I had this weekend marked on my calendar. Aim high. But what ended up being was much better than I imagined. My first date semifinals. For there I was under heavy blanket of water that fell on Madrid. That was incredible rain and cold. I cursed my bad luck, mostly because I had proper shoes and my feet bañaditos bañaditos. At the door I found underground with a father and son knew how to get to the Magic Box (henceforth CM) were found to be of Cadiz and made friends with them as we arrived. The father was rescued to get soaked by my umbrella, so I got wet over the account. At the end all, because we got to the door and said, "Well, we'll see you inside" , which sounded like "Go out there who want to leave my child alone" . So I was forgetting to have someone to make me the photos.
And it is one of the bad things go only to the CM is that it offers many sites, places, attractions, games, etc in which to participate and to make pictures, but if you're just so ... is a bitch. More than one thing I did not have someone to leave my jacket, umbrella, etc. And more than a photo without too. Still
luck. Let me explain. I went on Manolo Santana after giving me a tour of the CM without seeing anything flashy. Two girls were playing. The half-empty stadium. Among the party did not attract much attention, they were 12 and it was raining and cold ... was that almost soulless. So I left there and I decided to take photos in the other tracks. To my surprise, he entered the track 3 and I am a. .. Training with Carlos Moya Nadal! I freaked! Just had
groups, about 30 together. Since then almost no one knew that Nadal was training there. Mine pure chance. I did a couple of videos and photos and I sat to watch. When finished, Moya went to sign into the crowd and gave his bandana. Damn! was in the wrong place. I went swift and fast because Rafa was going to happen out there now. I positioned myself near the end and people flocked to sign Nadal. I had nothing for me to sign, I thought not. Only a nervous trembling seized my pulse and my inside when I saw that Rafa was coming towards me. My idol for many years. By being able to stay all night without sleep to wait to play at 5 am in Australia. Which made me mourn when he won Wimbledon. When I did an article . And when at last I had under me, I held out my hand waiting for me the crash, but Rafa was steeper than anything you sign, so I went from my hand while he signed at my side, I then gave him three pats on the back, while I said thanks, as I wrote in that article.
One of the anecdotes of the train was when Moya hit a ball and went through a lot. Charly said: "Out?" To which Rafa, laughing and your uncle too, "he said, " You're asking? It gone out much! ". Grande Charly! I waited because then coached Federer said, and he did. He trained with a English guy blond guy about 15 years and is called Álvaro. The pipiolín was shit. Normal, I would be too. did not want to hit it backwards, because it would return them. In truth that walked backwards cortito because it gave a couple of times and sent three meters away. Curious was to see the coach asked him to subtract Roger services Swiss and the boy did not understand the pope, who had to be their parents to be told: "Subtract Álvaro!" . The boy was white. Then cut Federer the train and took a picture with him. And a detail is not very good Federer was that at the end did not sign anyone. Not that we were two thousand or anything, we would be 50 and not all were to sign. Rafa and Moya did sign. The only thing was I had time to reach out, and he did it hit me!
Then I stayed in the Manolo Santana to wait for the game. And did not disappoint. First, that I sat three rows down and more focused than mine. But no one came to me out there or anything. I was lucky. The match saw a scandal (better than the final, and that it was supposed that the final site was better.) I took the test this photon.
Nadal ended up winning in three sets and I was happier than at home for the day so cool that I lived and can be seen in person to these two creatures of the racket. But Sunday was even better if possible. Before leaving, he spent another funny thing is that while trying to leave, a female voice asked me while I step away please, I looked back and appeared Marta Fernandez which had the news on Tele 5. As he passed by my side, smiling super said, "Thank You" I did not say anything, just looked stunned by such a big woman and who she was.
On Sunday, I arrived on a and fourth and then I went to ask where he trained Rafa. I was told that the Arantxa Sanchez Vicario, so I went hitch. There had been enough people waiting and the first row of the stands was occupied, so I sat in the second. Rafa and Moya soon came back. I made more photos, this time closer. I could even hear (from what little I could understand Mallorca, as each spoke Majorcan) what they said. And they spoke of something funny. The day before the match against Roger was a controversial point, is that Roger saved a break point against thinking the ball was gone and the judge not whistled. The referee came down and gave good therefore set to Nadal. The Swiss protested angrily and faced with the linesman. Rafa because he was explaining to his tito and Moya as it was. Rafa was curious as imitated as Roger protested while the others laughed.
The train was one thing that surprised me and I saw Roger. Rafa was 100%. Hit the ball as if it were the final of Wimbledon. The got a very strong lines. Moya, who was warmer, merely to see how they passed by him without him doing anything. Only to put Rafa beat him up. Ever tried to play the point but Rafa hit and return it ate. Rafa always applauded. Until the story came workout. Nadal's high ball on the back of Charly, who tired of taking half an hour returned, was positioned and stuck a revesazo crossed the line with call basis. He raised the audience and the applause of all. Moya smiled at us and one of the women in the audience suggested he return to the circuit, to which Charles replied, "I'm too old for that" .
It's time signatures and then I get in the front row two, with the role of my post stretched to sign me. But Moya was just beginning for two or three more bodies on my left, so I was without his signature. But I would not lose to Rafa for nothing. So I switched and found a gap between the rest to the left edge and give me room to get his signature. I saw two girls and their parents, placed such that mother-daughter-daughter-father may be a good place because the girls sure Rafa would sign them, and between father and next door had a small hole, so I I hole and got to the side. But it did not fucking funny, "you do not understand how someone can be such a bad person for not wanting to take another autograph-so he sat down, moving his ass, and ill-mannered to the side, almost pushing me" while saying : FUCK! I looked at him in astonishment and restrained myself for not saying anything. I knew he was not going to leave anything of hollow and perhaps would even have it. So I went over to the right and when Rafa spent stretched arm through a hole and I got his signature!
What happened was that other kid what I wanted, and chose the side of the daughters of rude father, stretching his role away to the side of one of the girls so the father was furious. He started shouting that he had pushed his daughter, that if he saw I was little that he was there and so long as the other guy apologized twice while the other went on and on ... and I could not contain. I let go that was rude I had pushed him to me first and the other at least had not as he apologized. I told him to look up to him what he had done, not allowing the others could take anything, to catch all of it, that was a bad person. He replied that there had been a long time, I told myself, but that it was not entitled to ownership of the track. And while I was gone and he bumped his hand to the kid in colegueo plan. There are parents who are real assholes. He was one of those.
After the women's final (just to summarize) were missing the final 45 minutes for men, and away I go for a walk outside I decided to give it the inside. I did great. I began to see all CM from privileged sites, such as boxes and others. And I waited in the VIP boxes to reach the stars. From what I glimpsed a big woman expecting that followed a camera. By far I see no na na, so I went and to my surprise was nothing other than Paula Prendergast SLQH reporter. About much more impressive. It is a Pivones.
Then I put in a corner to contemplate the CM, when I look down and I see another big woman. This time, Lara Alvarez, news presenter LaSexta and ex-girlfriend-girlfriend-or Palm. If I tell you is super friendly, falls short. Amazing girl. All the time greeting people I called her. Posed for pictures blowing kisses, smiling always. He was asked to come up and take a picture with us, ela said after direct. To me it sounded like "and a milk." But the aunt did and went direct. With two balls. Took photos with a few and I was there to remove in case he fell. But just when I was playing began to decline. I called. I said, "Lara please! Only one!" , and passing away, turned and smiled at me and said come. He took me by the waist, put his head next to mine and made it.
People told us to let go of the girl, but she's still smiling said nothing was wrong. I thanked him and told him that was the nicest of the CM. With the same smile photo thanked me. Then down and began to play the fool, dance hip hop with the heels and put faces to the camera laughing. I said, a little girl heaven. If Sergio Ramos has missed is more foolish than I already thought he was. comment that when I enter CR7 was a cry among the women around. And I can understand. I do not like guys, but the chest of this man is not normal. Even with the shirt and everything seemed marked him not to take anything. Or you could not breathe so tight T-shirt, or is that what has to be iron. A mastodon. The bride was descending the stairs with his head high rate so cocky, I thought he fell from his mouth. Look pabajo shikilla!
then already in the game, commenting that I was unlucky, because I had full comfort in the place of my grade for most of the game, which pretty fucked. Well that and a small ball boy slipped and got behind me and screwed around with comments and messing around a bit. That and a boy about 10 who kept saying: LET NOLE! from point to point. Luckily it was after the first set.
Djokovic won because he deserved it. Played a thousand times better than Rafa. Only Nadal was better than him two games (the two that made him break), the rest ... Serbia gave him a bath. The best ... the puntazo who got Rafa between the legs-up to the public, myself included, and the wave. He took three laps of the stadium and it was great to experience it in person.
And to top it, the return journey with Ryanair, more stuff. When I went in through the gate, I give my ID to the girl, who sees it, looks at me and says: "take off the sunglasses check it out" , I said with a laugh: "of I have not changed hairstyle! " . Already on the plane, when we had an hour's flight as the plane turns noticed too. Next, the commander confirms that we return to Madrid. He said a "small technical problem at all" and so small! in Madrid as we changed planes surrounded by two fire megacamiones! And when we landed in Rome (4 hours after when we should) the plane was moving more than a pea in the mouth of an old man. Come on, that gave the pilot license in a lottery. The people cheered ironically when he arrived as saying has merit for how bad you are Pisha.
Finally, a weekend to remember. I fulfilled one of my dreams and almost died in the attempt. From here I recommend to anyone who has dreams to fulfill that right. Because the feeling is you then it is wonderful. Life is not long and we must seize to do what we really want. Because ultimately, these are good times to remember with a smile and take us to the grave and said a friend of mine. Run! it's too late!
