Comeback of Tennis
Suddenly I'm back 15 The air jordan 4 retro blood pounding in my ears, sweat is making its way, the view is spellbound by this yellow ball that was so long gone from my life. Sabine Lisicki has shot back and hit him. Me at least (). And me with it full steam catapults in my youth. In the late 80s and early 90s, as felt every second rotsandige Nike shoes possessed faded balls with kangaroo jumps (knees cheap jordan 1 to chest) and we punished for muscle building (Oberarme!) were sent to the gym. Tennis was fully 80 to Thursday Blonde girl with ponytails wore at that time the nickname if they could set up properly. In particular, in my home, near glues (Boris Becker) and not far from Brühl (Steffi Graf). It was corrosive. And at the same time inspiring. It was the wedding of the German tennis, the sport just not posh, polo shirts a must and tennis instructor almost as sexy as pop stars. Full 80 flat. Until Thursday, the Wimbledon semi-finals. Now suggests there already another one of those blonde on and wakes familiar emotions: I could cry in front of the TV. I did it. And was happy. Suddenly tennis was watching looking like football. Just different, almost better. Because even faster because there is more height (and low) points, and because I have mastered the sport. No theoretically learned offside, but internalized processes. Sweats in front of the screen, Lots of light you have to have beaten the ball itself to be re-tied. To get sweats in front of the screen to groan, and finally to sigh relief. To feel this longing for moist racket handle and hairy ball. And that is with the most surprising success on Lisicki: Suddenly he calls again, the place. But perhaps all this is also only a short-lived euphoria. A spontaneous hormone secretion, with the Wimbledon finals just suddenly disappears as it came. On Saturday I sit in any case in the pub and look at green grass. I'll scream and sweat and enjoy every moment: as a 15 year old. However, most certainly without polo shirt!
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