#Gattuso non ha la stima di #Montolivo. E magari sopravviveremo lo stesso. Ma un opinionista, per me troppo banale e comunque reduce da un fine carriera da calciatore non troppo glorioso, dovrebbe evitare di mettere le cose personali nei suoi commenti (a pagamento). Si tratta dell’abc
Era deluso, triste, Massimo #Ambrosini.
“Per me nella mia testa il calcio era il #Milan”.
Pace fatta.
Deve essere il prossimo team manager.
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#BolognaMilan
@lucaserafini4@MilanTV@mauro_suma Spiace constatare che prosegue la sistematica opera di smantellamento dell'identità milanista.
@lucaserafini4 resta un grande professionista.
Mala tempora currunt!
Rimonta 2 gol all'Inter con la firma di Abraham posizionato da esterno destro.
Si stira per esultare.
Carica spalti gremiti di arabi con la sua furia cieca.
TI SEGUIREMO OVUNQUE PAZZO CRIMINALE.
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger
Questa mattina il @Corriere scrive del ritorno di Jannik Sinner nella sua Sesto, "per riabbracciare i genitori, il fratello Mark ma soprattutto la zia materna [NOME COGNOME]".
Lunedì è stato esplicitamente chiesto in conferenza stampa a Sinner il nome della zia malata (...) e lui ha detto di non voler rispondere.
Ma era proprio necessario andare ad indagare e mettere nero su bianco il nome di una persona che Sinner (ed evidentemente la persona stessa) non volevano far sapere? Che cosa aggiunge alla narrazione il nome della zia? È davvero così fondamentale saperlo?
C'è poi chi ha il coraggio di lamentarsi ed etichettare Jannik come "poco italiano, troppo introverso, troppo riservato" e simili - come se peraltro tutti questi fossero difetti.
Eppure, nel momento in cui Sinner ci prova anche ad esternare le sue emozioni al mondo intero, raccontando un evento molto personale e delicato ma tracciando un confine ben delineato oltre il quale non si dovrebbe andare, questo confine viene prontamente varcato.
E allora non stupiamoci se Jannik vuole e vorrà in futuro tenere le sue cose per sé. Perché quando ha provato a raccontarle, ci siamo dimostrati inadeguati nel saperle gestire.
Amico @_OlivierGiroud_, sei stato l'uomo che ha polverizzato la maledizione del '9', il vero post-Pippo #Inzaghi. Oggi si chiuderà una bellissima pagina della tua carriera, sei stato l'uomo scudetto grazie ai gol nel derby, Napoli e di quel magico pomeriggio a Reggio Emilia. Grazie Olivier, sei stato molto più di un semplice attaccante. Merci #Giroud ❤️🖤