I was hoping for Fernando Verdasco to pull a miracle and beat Rafa in the semis. However, much to my dismay, Rafa's made another major final. *waiting for Rafa fangirls to giggle*

The saddest thing about this is the media/press writing Federer off. He loses two sets against Tomas Berdych and the press have a field day about how Federer has lost his touch even in the hardcourt, yada yada yada yada. The thing is the man has won 13 majors. 13. THIRTEEEN. Learn to respect, bitches. Especially fucking espn commentors, fucking Rafa fangirls, atleast PRETEND to be neutral ffs! Anyways, I can't wait for the match. :D

My heart was reaching out for you, Novak. =[ Today's match was epic fail. I wish that he would have made it further in the game. Poor baby, he looked so exhausted, or 'hecho de polvo' as they say in Spanish. I'm really proud of him for sticking it through in the fourth set, and playing a few games even after getting treatment. Now. Let's go ROGERRR! You're my only hope for beating that crooked-face puta. =[ (yes, I am talking about Rafael Nadal).

So, I had some spare time, and I decided to write a one hitter fiction about Cristiano. Umm, here it is under the cut. :) Enjoy f-listers! And constructive criticism is very welcome! Any ideas on where I should improve is great. Enjoy reading! :)

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		I will marry Cristiano Ronaldo.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in England in our fabulous House.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Pink Porsche.
		I will spend my days as a Designer, and live happily ever after.

Maybe we're not supposed to be perfect. Maybe this strive for perfection is just an illusion that we create for ourselves. In the time that we do "work" towards that, we forget. I forget. I forget that maybe there are rooms for error. Maybe my life isn't supposed to be figured out yet. Maybe I do need to take a couple of knocks and figure what is right and what direction I need to go.

We spend hours studying, working---just simply trying to make ourselves better. But, what if all that was a waste? What if we couln't get better? What if we were stuck in the "mediocre" and never really got to the "elite"?

I'm scared. Scared that I'll fail. Scared that I won't get what I want.


Scared that I will disappoint.

I'm so sick and tired of this Berbatov talk.

He is fucking 27 years old and he will cost a minimum of £30 milllion. That's only five years till he reaches 32---which most probably the start of his decline. And that is only saying if he ends up being successful at Manchester United. We don't have time or money to waste £30 milllion on a striker who will only give us four five years of playing decently. We already have two superstar strikers: Rooney and Tevez and having another one would just be too much.

What we do need is a young, profitable, not-so-superstar-like striker who will cost us LESS than £30 milllion.

Who is that?!

IT'S FUCKING HUNTELAAR.

He has been absolutely massive for Ajax and will cost prolly £10 million less than what Berba costs. He's young so he'll have plenty of time at United to flourish and adapt to the PL environment.



Now I don't know why SAF doesn't see this. Or maybe I just don't see what he's trying to do but all this shit talk about us buying Berbatov for £30 milllion wasting our time is pissing me off.

And please, stay at Tottenham porfavor!

kthx.


On the other hand, Cristiano seems to be getting on well with his injury and I'm so happy and excited for his return. He's always been an extra careful athlete with his training and dieting, and looks like that has paid off very well.

And also congrats to him for winning the UEFA Forward of the Year and the UEFA Player of the Year.

Last night in Seattle for two whole weeks! I'll miss home!

But here I come, Californiaaaaa! :]

I have supported Cristiano long enough to know in my heart the kind of person he is and the kind of character he has. But what he did said in a Portuguese newspaper interview truely set the limits on how much I respected that man and how much I appreciated his dedication not only to Manchester United but to football in general.

He wasn't a coward in the interview; he was someone to accepted full responsbility for what was said and the amount of speculation he caused. He became a true player--a true professional--a true man. I love him for who he is and what he represents. Many people will continue to doubt him, they will continue to lash out on him and they will continue to put words in his mouth. But he will not shy away from their lashings; instead he will face them and prove them wrong like he's done every single season of his career.

In my eyes, I still see him as a scrawny boy from Madeira who loves the game of football with his whole heart and would be completely happy and smiling even with just a football to kick around. I still see him as a caring man who wouldn't let anything harm his family, acknowledging that eventhough he is the youngest in his family, he strives to complete their needs with the belief that his father watches him every second if the day, blessing him and making him stronger emotionally as a person.

Behind the perfectly sculpted face, there lies a man who understands and appreciates what he has.

And I am so so so incredibly proud to say that he is my hero.

He is Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aviero.