Blu's Blog

"U" Mobitelco - Energia Rovinari (85-65)

2011-02-20T04:21:00.000-08:00

"U" Mobitelco - CSM Oradea (82-79)

2011-01-10T12:18:00.000-08:00

CSU Atlassib - BC Arges Pitești (95 - 83)

2011-01-09T16:28:00.000-08:00

The sky is on fire

2011-01-01T08:11:00.000-08:00

2011 New Year fireworks in Cluj.

Gaz Metan - CSU Asesoft (120-118)

2010-12-29T18:29:00.000-08:00

CSM Oradea - BC Timișoara (71-65)

2010-12-12T04:33:00.000-08:00

Everyone needs to find a path to fallow

2010-12-07T17:25:00.000-08:00

My 2010 in Facebook statuses

2010-12-02T10:46:00.000-08:00

Interesting application.

Early Christmas

2010-12-02T06:21:00.000-08:00

People have feelings

2010-12-01T15:44:00.000-08:00

How about starting to act like people have feelings?

"U" Mobitelco - CS Otopeni (77-64)

2010-12-01T14:28:00.000-08:00

CSU Atlassib - CSM București (80-72)

2010-11-27T14:21:00.000-08:00

CSM Oradea - Gaz Metan (67-83)

2010-11-25T12:20:00.000-08:00

Federer and Nadal are like hydrogen and stupidity

2010-11-19T08:25:00.000-08:00

The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.
But not in that order.

2009

2010

ATP World Tour Finals. Five players are the same as in 2009, three changed. I'm glad Andy Roddick is healthy and will honor his spot and that Soderling made it on his own to London, after replacing Roddick last year. I don't really understand how Ferrer got so far, I'm not a big fan of Berdych either, but I remember him having a good season. Well, Federer and Nadal are like hydrogen and stupidity, always with us. I'm OK with Murray, I like to see him play, and, obvious, Novak Djokovic is my number one favorite. I won't miss Davydenko and Verdasco, but I kind of feel the absence of del Potro. Not particularly now, in general. Hope he will be back on top in 2011, he is one of the players who can beat Federer and Nadal and an opponent I don't dislike that much. I'm sorry Marin Cilic is not in the first eight, maybe next year.

Group A: Rafael Nadal, Novak Djokovic, Tomas Berdych, Andy Roddick.

Group B: Roger Federe, Robin Soderling, Andy Murray, David Ferrer.

Great expectations

2010-11-19T04:51:00.000-08:00

What if one day you wake up and you realize that you are not good enough for your dreams? You finally got what you wanted so badly, but you can’t handle it. Or, at least, not at the level you imposed yourself. You don’t aim to be the best, just better. You try harder, but you are not even close to your lowest expectations.

You never imagined that living your dream can be so disappointing. And not because it isn’t like you always hoped so, because it’s all that and more, but you just can’t get up to it. Your dream is bigger than you and you can’t fight it. Not anymore. What do you do? Do you think that it wasn’t meant to be, that maybe you should move on to something else? Than why was it your dream in the first place? And why are you enjoying it so much?

Maybe you should keep dreaming your dream, or maybe you should stop before it turns into a nightmare. Can that actually happen? Everything was so perfect when everything was just in the state of being a dream. Did reality change that? Can a dream become a nightmare after you wake up?

Or maybe you just need someone to tell you that you are doing great!

Leaving Town Alive

2010-11-17T03:49:00.000-08:00

"Life is for the living, the forgiven and for leaving town alive".

CSU Atlassib - BC Timișoara (91-81)

2010-11-15T16:37:00.000-08:00

Chuck Norris and the football

2010-11-15T14:58:00.001-08:00

Chuck Norris doesn't train, he was born ready.
The British invented football, Chuck Norris invented the British.
When Chuck Norris is on the field there is no fair play, only Chuck Norris play.
David Beckham changes his hair style so often in order not to be recognized by Chuck Norris.
Sean Wright Phillips runs so fast because he is hunted by Chuck Norris' ghost.
Chuck Norris can't score an auto-goal, both nets belong to him.
The ball is round because Chuck Norris wants it so.
If Chuck Norris would play football, Champions League would be called Chuck Norris and loosers League.
Chuck Norris can miss live, but never on rerun. The ball doesn't make the same mistake twice.
Chuck Norris doesn't get cards from the referees, the referees get cards from Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris' team never draws, nobody is equal to Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris doesn't need a break between the halfs, the game needs a break from Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris' team wins many games 3-0 because the opponents refuse to come out of the locker room.
The managers of the opponent teams call Chuck Norris before the games to ask him against whom he wants to play.
Chuck Norris doesn't exchange t-shirts, he confiscates them all.
Chuck Norris doesn't love football, football loves Chuck Norris.

When Chuck Norris plays, Cristiano Ronaldo stays in a corner and cries.

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Chuck Norris şi fotbalul

2010-11-15T14:51:00.001-08:00

Chuck Norris poate rata live, dar în reluare niciodată … mingea nu face aceeaşi greşeală de două ori.
Dacă vrea să-şi vadă echipa jucând, Chuck Norris poate transforma un meci cu porţile închise într-un stadion fără porţi.
Când joacă Chuck Norris meciul nu durează 90 min, dureză cât vor muşchii lui.
Chuck Norris nu primeşte cartonaşe de la arbitru, doar arbitrul primeşte cartonaşe de la Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris nu are nevoie de antrenor, singura lui tactica e: Chuck Norris apară, Chuck Norris degajează, Chuck Norris preia, Chuck Norris schimbă jocul pe stânga, Chuck Norris reuşeşte un stop pe piept, Chuck Norris centrează, Chuck Norris înscrie.
Echipa lui Chuck Norris nu termină niciodată la egalitate, nimeni nu e egal cu Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris nu are nevoie de nocturnă când joacă pe timp de noapte pentru că simpla prezenţă a lui Chuck Norris pe teren produce lumină.
Chuck Norris nu merge niciodată la stadion ... stadionul vine la el.
Chuck Norris nu trebuie să lupte pe teren pentru cupe, cupele îl roagă pe Chuck Norris să le primească.
Chuck Norris nu are nevoie de pauză între reprize, reprizele au nevoie de pauză de Chuck Norris.
Echipa lui Chuck Norris nu joacă niciodată preliminarii, celelalte echipe joacă preliminarii pentru a întalni echipa lui Chuck Norris la turneele finale.
Echipa lui Chuck Norris câştigă multe meciuri la masa verde, deoarece adversarii refuză să iasă de la cabine.
Chuck Norris nu e niciodată faultat ... singurul om care a făcut-o nu a mai apucat să povestească cum s-a întâmplat.
Când Chuck Norris intră pe teren toţi ceilalţi ies ... pe unde apucă.
Echipa lui Chuck Norris nu joacă niciodata în deplasare, întreaga planetă e casa lui Chuck Norris.
Meciurile echipei lui Chuck Norris nu sunt comentate la TV, nimeni nu comentează în faţa lui Chuck Norris.
Antrenorii echipelor adverse îl suna pe Chuck Norris ca să-l intrebe cu cine vrea să joace.
Chuck Norris nu dă declaraţii dupa meci... se ştie deja că a făcut un meci perfect şi a fost cel mai bun de pe teren.
Chuck Norris nu face schimb de tricouri...el le confiscă pe toate.
Nu Chuck Norris iubeşte fotbalul ... fotbalul e îndrăgostit de Chuck Norris.

BONUS: Când joacă Chuck Norris, Cristiano Ronaldo stă într-un colţ şi plânge.

Part II

Chuck Norris nu se antrezează, el s-a născut pregătit.
Când Chuck Norris se enervează pe teren, bate lovituri libere sau execută penalty-uri.
Englezii au inventat fotbalul, Chuck Norris i-a inventat pe englezi.
Când Chuck Norris trage din lovitură liberă, zidul stă în spatele lui şi aplaudă.
Chuck Norris nu dă mită, advesarii fac blat ca să fie lăsaţi în viaţă.
Când Chuck Norris e pe teren nu există fair play, doar Chuck Norris play.
David Beckham îşi schimbă des freza ca să nu îl recunoască Chuck Norris.
Bănel Nicoliţă aleargă atât de mult şi repede pentru că e bântuit de fantoma lui Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris nu execută niciodată cornere, nimeni nu-l trimite la colţ pe Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris nu poate da niciodată autogol pentru că ambele porţi sunt ale lui Chuck Norris.
Balonul e rotund pentru ca aşa vrea Chuck Norris.
Dacă un jucător îl faultează pe Chuck Norris, se trimite singur la cabine.
Dacă Chuck Norris s-ar apuca de fotbal, Champions League s-ar numi Chuck Norris and loosers League.
Pe echipamentul lui Chuck Norris nu scrie numele sponsorilor, sponsorii poartă tricouri cu Chuck Norris.
Chuck Norris a ieşit la pensie după ce l-a întâlnit pe Ionel Ganea.

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"U" Mobitelco - CSU Brașov (109-49)

2010-11-15T14:06:00.000-08:00

My homeless dream lover

2010-11-15T13:47:00.003-08:00

Blu: io mi-am pus aia cu my homeless dream lover
Blu: auzi
Blu: daca e homeless
Blu: oare are Facebook? :))
Andrada R2: normal k nu
Andrada R2: crezi k netu pluteste in aer?
Blu: daaaa e wireless
Andrada R2: u
Andrada R2: si iti imaginezi tu unu fara casa da cu laptop?
Blu: de ce nu
Blu: l-o fi furat :P

Returul cu Franţa

2010-11-15T13:47:00.001-08:00

Monica: Pfai, ce stadion au astia. Incredibil!
Blu: Cica pana la returul cu Franta avem si noi stadion...
Monica: De ce, se joaca peste doi ani?

Simpaticul Robinho vs. hottie Winston Reid

2010-11-15T13:46:00.003-08:00

Care-i cel mai bun subiect de dezbătut la trei dimineaţa? Fotbalişti hot...

Era vorba de un top.

Blu: Robinho, Iniesta şi Piquet
Blu: pe unul îl înlocuiesc
Andrada R2: pe care?
Blu: nu ştiu
Andrada R2: şi cu cine?
Blu: cu Winston Reid
Andrada R2: pe Robinho că el nu-i hot, e numai simpatic
Andrada R2: topul e cu hot aici
Blu: oki
Andrada R2: da' baiatul ăsta cine-i
Blu:e neo-zeelandez...

Andrada R2: waaaa, să nu se supere Robinho
Andrada R2: dar şi el s-ar fi autoînlocuit de vedea ce hot îi băiatu

Tava lui Soderling

2010-11-15T13:46:00.001-08:00

Andrada R2: Soderling de ce a primit o tavă şi nu o Cupă ca şi Nadal?
Blu: Umm, cu tava îl poate lovi mai uşor pe Nadal în cap la vestiare.. :))

Blu: Ahaha, uite.. era şi o Cupă mai mică... deci tava e special pentru a-l lovi pe Nadal.. :P

Virtual Easter eggs

2010-11-15T13:45:00.003-08:00

Andrada R2: oare ce îşi doreşte de Paşte?
Blu: la cât a fost de cuminte
Blu: poate vopsi ouăle de la toate găinile tale de la FarmVille
Blu: că tot nu îi aduce nimic iepuraşul

Perfect guy

2010-11-15T13:45:00.001-08:00

Andrada R2: the perfect guys are married, gay or dead
Blu: who's dead?
Andrada R2: Michael Jackson
Blu: :)))))))

Robocop has a new superpower?

2010-11-15T13:44:00.003-08:00

Marius: de ce n-ai ajuns mai repede acasă?
Blu: am venit repede, dar n-am zburat... :))
Marius: de ce n-ai zburat?
Marius: n-ai zis tu că trebuie să fii roboţel astăzi
Blu: hahaha
Blu: ba da, dar roboţii nu zboară
Blu: Robocop didn't fly, îl confunzi cu alt supererou
Marius: cred că m-am prostit
Marius: era să spun Spiderman, dar ăla se caţără, nu zboară
Blu: bine că nu ai zis Bugs Bunny

I google myself

2010-11-15T13:44:00.001-08:00

Claudiu: păi a dat un search pe Google cu numele lui
Blu: se caută el pe el pe Google?
Blu: "Hmmm, who's pretty and famous today?"
Blu: "Me, of course!"
Blu: "Let's google myself..."
Claudiu: haha, cam aşa

Duck on fire

2010-11-15T13:43:00.001-08:00

Blu: Here is a Duck for your farm in FarmVille. Could you help me by sending a gift back?
Blu: who asked for a duck?
Blu: I said TALL GRASS
Blu: I can't smoke the duck
Andrada R2: mi-e şod de tine
Blu: why?
Andrada R2: că văd cum te agiţi că îţi trimite lumea oi şi raţe şi eşti şoadă
Blu: I could set the duck on fire and inhale the smoke

* Am nevoie de "tall grass" la FarmVille pentru aranjamentul floral.

Facebook is not awesome

2010-11-15T13:42:00.003-08:00

Cosmina: i-am dat add lui Cabral pe Facebook
Blu: how did you find him?
Blu: eu l-am căutat şi nu l-am găsit...
Cosmina: am adăugat-o ieri pe Solcanca şi apoi Cabral mi-a apărut la sugestii
Blu: aha
Blu: deci dacă ai famous friends, you get famous suggestions
Blu: dacă l-aş avea pe Awesome Pop la friends, mi-ar apărea God la sugestii
Cosmina: eşti cu capu'

Cablurger?

2010-11-15T13:42:00.001-08:00

Mi s-a pasat următoarea conversaţie... Poza a venit la pachet...

Darius: nu mai mergem la McDonalds!
Dorin: why?
Darius: că e sponsor la CSU Asesoft
Dorin: aaa
Dorin: apăi acuma ce să facem
Dorin: să mâncăm cabluri de la Mobitelco?

Rațe portocale

2010-11-15T13:41:00.001-08:00

Blu: ţi-am spus că Sorana are raţe mandarine, care cică atrag dragostea dacă le ţii cioc în cioc...

Andrada R2: da de ce le zice mandarine?

Andrada R2: sunt de portocale?

Blu: nuu

Blu: cum să fie de portocale?

Blu: dacă erau de portocale, erau raţe portocale, nu raţe mandarine

Blu: ce nu înţelegi?

Blu: anyway... am căutat pe net şi am găsit, dar trebuie să cumpăr cinci perechi

Blu: nu te interesează?

Andrada R2: stai că m-a trăznit ceva

Blu: ce?

Andrada R2: acum caut

Andrada R2: am găsit accesorii pentru Santa Claus

Andrada R2: http://sexysantacostume.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/20746-300x300.jpg

Blu: aha

Blu: şi ce treabă are asta cu raţele mandarine?

Andrada R2: niciuna

Andrada R2: adică, ba are

Andrada R2: că raţele ălea

Andrada R2: pentru ce sunt?

Andrada R2: huh?

Blu: pentru moşule ce tânăr eşti..

Blu: I see your point

Blu: revenind, te interesează raţele?

Blu: i-am spus şi lui Ioana, dacă Sorana îşi găseşte sufletul pereche, să vezi cum vă luaţi toate un stol de raţe mandarine

Invisible sex?

2010-11-15T13:40:00.003-08:00

Sonia: poate nu mă mai vrea dacă vede că sunt aşa tâmpită
Sonia has signed out. (11/11/2009 2:32 AM)
Sonia: still here
Sonia: I`m invisible
Blu: tâmpită cred că te vrea, dar invisible?
Blu: is there any invisible sex?
Blu: do you need a condom for that?
Sonia: mor de râs
Sonia: de unde naiba îţi vin ideile ăstea?

Să-l aprindă cineva pe Tamaş

2010-11-15T13:40:00.001-08:00

Monica: gândeşte-te dacă vrei să facem ceva joi...eu ştiu...să mergi să vizitezi ceva...am văzut că sunt luminate mişto obiectivele seara....de genu' Casa Poporului, Cismigiul...

Blu: unde mă duci acolo merg

Monica: stadionul nu e luminat noaptea, deci nu intră în discuţie

Blu: Tamaş e luminat noaptea?

Blu: că pe el l-aş vizita

Monica: săracu, nu e el prea luminat nici

Van der Sar and the emo cat

2010-11-15T13:39:00.003-08:00

Blu: ce naiba tot face ăsta cu tricoul?
Andrada R2: îl deranjează
Andrada R2: ştii ce nu înţeleg eu
Andrada R2: de ce nu-l dă jos?

Andrada R2: Roxana found a sad, lonely black kitten on their farm. Oh no!
Andrada R2: ai pisici negre supărate?
Blu: mi-a venit la fermă
Blu: am dat-o spre adopţie, că nu o pot ţine
Andrada R2: vai săraca
Andrada R2: eu ştiu de ce e neagră, singură şi supărată
Andrada R2: vrei să-şi spun şi ţie?
Blu: surprinde-mă
Andrada R2: e emo

Too late

2010-11-15T13:39:00.001-08:00

Blu: sincer mi-ar surâde ideea, dar e too late
Blu: OMG
Blu: ştii ce era să spun...
Blu: ca it's too late la 16 ani
Blu: HELLO, I'm 22!
Andrada R2: e de la oboseală
Blu: yes
Blu: I usually become younger when I'm tired

"Plasa neagră a avionului"

2010-11-15T13:38:00.001-08:00

Blu: I would so like to cut Irene's head off
Andrada R2: ce fain era de se împiedica când i-a dat cartea lui Alex
Andrada R2: numai aşa ca să ştiu că au ajuns-o blestemele noastre
Blu: trebuia să cadă avionul spre Oslo
Andrada R2: da n-o căzut, dacă mergeam noi sigur cădea
Blu: păi noi prevedeam că se întâmplă asta şi băgam povestea într-o pungă super izolatoare
Blu: şi când culegeau avionul din ocean găseau the black box şi punga noastră
Andrada R2: daaa, era una
Andrada R2: şi în memoria noastră, Alex ne oficializa forumul
Blu: ne-am ţăcănit amândouă
Blu: vezi că pun asta pe blog imediat
Andrada R2: vai de mine, să se minuneze şi alţii nu numai noi de ce ne trece prin cap?
Andrada R2: da cum nu? ia pune acolo să se sperie tot poporu`
Blu: şi ce poză să pun, de obicei pun poze la posturi...
Andrada R2: uite http://i36.tinypic.com/120hs88.jpg
Andrada R2: plasa neagră a avionului
Blu: poate cred că e Elodia înăuntru

Chiloții lui Safin

2010-11-15T13:37:00.001-08:00

Blu: uita-te la poza asta

Blu: Safin avea chiloti pe el?
Anonim: :)) parca nu
Blu: asa-i? :P ca nu se vad...
Anonim: asa-i :))
Anonim: nu-mi vine sa cred : =))
Blu: hmm fundu ca fundu, stai sa vad in fata ce se vede
Anonim: =)))) ai si din fata ha?
Blu: normal, uite
Anonim: eu as sta sa zic ca nu are
Anonim: da nu inteleg cum ii statea .. din cate stiu e nevoie de suport ...
Anonim: as zice eu ceva....referitor la cum ii statea
Anonim: da nu cred, ca e asa cum ma gandesc eu
Anonim: ca daca era asa il deranjau rau de tot mingile alea in buzunar
Anonim: =))
Blu: poate nu-s mingi alea =))=))=))
Anonim: ooo Doamne
Anonim: la asta nu m-am gandit
Anonim: da orice e posibil
Anonim: din moment ce nu avea chiloti
Blu: Youzhny al naibii avea pantaloni negri
Anonim: pacat
Anonim: ca si pe el l-ai prins din spate :>

Obama şi Scooby Doo

2010-11-15T13:36:00.001-08:00

Azi noapte am pus ţara la cale cu una din prietenele cu care voi merge la anul în excursie la Oslo. Deşi mai e mult timp până atunci, chiar PREA MULT , încercăm să ne organizăm încet, încet. Până acum un lucru e sigur, e obligatoriu să punem bani la un sac de ciorapi, un singur ciorap nu ar fi de-ajuns, pentru transport, cazare, tourist card şi bilet la concertul lui Alexander Rybak, shoppingul şi mâncarea sunt opţionale.

MistiQue: mergem şi în Nesodden, eu deja mă visez pe fairybot..
Blu: ar fi frumos să-l prindem pe Alexander acasă, că a spus că dacă fanii îi bat la uşă îi primeşte înăuntru ... dar, la ce program încărcat are, sunt şanse mai mari să-l vedem pe Obama plimbându-l pe Scooby Doo prin Nesodden decât să ne întâlnim cu Alexander în Nesodden..

Last day

2010-11-15T13:34:00.001-08:00

I walked up knowing that was the day I was going to die. I wasn't thinking of suicide, I just felt that was the end. I couldn't picture tomorrow. Everything was vague like all my memories were slipping away. What was I going to do on my last day on earth? I heard that question before and usually million ideas crossed my mind. But then, when that question became my reality, I was just sitting paralyzed on my bed. The whole world hung on my soul.

I always wanted to go to Paris. I could have jumped on a plane and flew to Paris, but it all seemed so much trouble. And for what? I wasn't coming back to tell my friends how beautiful the Eiffel Tower was or to show them all the pictures I took. My friends, maybe I should have left them a goodbye message. "I'm sorry I have to go. I'm going to miss you all if there where I am going I will be capable of that feeling. Please don't cry for me". That would have been wrong. I never liked being told how to feel, so that wasn't going to be my last given advice.

Suddenly, sadness embraced me. I was going to die?! I was going to die without ever having the chance to find happiness. My life had never been a bowl of cherries, but I kept struggling hoping that one day a rainbow will shine in my darkness. But that was it. My broken dreams were crushing me inside. I couldn't breath. I was choking on the ashes of a burned love. Was it all over?

I opened my eyes. I was thinking of him. I always thought someday we will be together. It wasn't meant to be. For the first time I was glad destiny kept us apart. Dying would have been so much harder, knowing that I leave him behind. Alone. He wasn't losing me, he never knew he was everything to me.

Time was passing slowly. My heart was beating fast. Tears began to fall. That was a good sign. As long as I cried, I was alive. But I couldn't move. I was tired. I looked out the window. The sky was so blue and peaceful. It is the last thing I remember. I fell asleep.

Povestea unei nopţi de iarnă

2010-11-15T13:33:00.003-08:00

Este 15 ianuarie. Seara s-a lăsat tăcută şi rece. Podoabele de Crăciun încă îmbracă oraşul tremurând, deşi vremea lor a trecut. Magia s-a risipit în milioane de steluţe colorate, care s-au ridicat spre cer jucându-se cu norii pufoşi ca o vată de zahăr. Dacă nu vom înceta să credem, dacă vom mai ştii să visăm, poate în decembrie viitor vor aluneca din nou lin spre sufletele noastre.

Acum, oamenii sunt grăbiţi pe stradă, au aripile frânte, minţile le sunt străbătute de multe gânduri mărunte. Nu mai au răbdare să admire spectacolul feeric al nopţilor de sărbătoare. Într-un brad, desprins parcă dintr-o poveste cu Crăiasa Zăpezilor, mii de beculeţe strălucesc ca nişte lacrimi de lumină, beteala roşie pare o rană sângerândă, globurile de sticlă, pictate cu dorinţe nespuse, arârnă greu pe crengile căzute în uitare. Câţiva paşi mai încolo, un om de zăpadă cu zâmbetul desenat din nasturi, se topeşte într-o singurătate îngheţată.

O fetiţă cu un ursuleţ de pluş în braţe se apropie de brad şi se uită vrăjită la ornamentele care i se par ireal de frumoase. "Spirituşii l-au împodobit cu multă dragoste", se gândeşte fetiţa, apoi fuge la omul de zăpadă. Pentru ea Crăciunul nu înseamnă o dată în calendar, ci o căldură interioară. Nu cadourile de la Moş Crăciun o fac fericită, ci atmosfera de pace şi armonie a sărbătorilor. Nu are nevoie de un motiv ca sa iubescă sau ca să dăruiască. Cu ochii plini de inocenţă priveşte spre cerul infinit şi fulgi de nea încep să cadă. Până dimineaţa întreaga lume va fi acoperită cu o pătură albă. Şi încă ninge, ninge...

An angel in hell

2010-11-15T13:33:00.001-08:00

Today I was asked if I’m in love. People who know my condition don’t put me such questions anymore, probably because they think that way they avoid making me suffer more. Like not putting thoughts into words makes the problem go away. Little do they know, it doesn’t even make it bearable. Sometimes the air that I breath is so heavy that I’d like to scream, to spill all the pain inside, to run away to a place I belong. Anyway, it’s good to meet people who treat me like I’m normal and who don’t find asking me if I’m in love ridiculous.

”I’m not in love!”, I said, “Love it’s such a big word, actually it’s the deepest feeling we are capable of developing. The word doesn’t mean anything, we use it to express so many little things, but we are afraid to say it when we have to plead for the cause of our heart. Love means two souls becoming one, letting someone under your sky and sharing the colors of your dreams, love means caring so much for someone that just their happiness can make you happy. I’m not in love, but I like someone very strongly. And I’m angry because this wasn’t supposed to happen to me, not now when everything is lost. You may not understand how it hurts inside just liking someone, because when you like someone you probably just go and tell him and than you take it to another level or you accept the failure and move on, but liking someone is all I have, it’s the only phase I get to. When I close my eyes I can feel his kiss, but I know I’ll never touch his lips. He is mine only when I sleep, when I wake up his shadow disappears and I return to my crushing loneliness. I’m doing my sentence in a cell where’s no space for two. And no hope for saving my soul. I don’t understand why I had to fall for him, I forbid myself to allow passion to exist in my life. I want to go back to my safe corner where I made peace with my damned destiny.

I don’t even know his name, but I feel I know him. Maybe from another past or maybe we were predestined to be together in a future life, definitely not in this one, because I’m not here to stay. His smile seems so familiar, when he is sad my heart breaks. Sometimes our eyes meet and a sparkle lightens my dark, but only for a second, because then he looks away, miles away. Serendipity. I used to believe that what you find perchance may be better than what you’ve been wrongly looking for, misleaded by your own conviction that that is what you need to pursue happiness, but right now I’m deadly sure it isn’t the case of me not allowing fate to just play it’s course because I had something else planned by my wicked mind or because of my incapacity to accept the probability of being loved. I’m cursed not to hope for anything good to come my way. I’m heading towards the end and nothing lively could join me in death.

No, I’m not in love and don’t try to convince me otherwise. What do you want me to tell you? That I’m haunted by the thought of us never being together, that I can’t sleep and when I do I’m dreaming of him? That I cry because I found an angel in hell and my tears stain the flowers on our love’s grave? I admit, but I can’t be in love. Nothing good can come of this, between me, a girl condemned to death, and him, a man for whom tomorrow is more than a number in the final countdown”.

A funny little fairytale

2010-11-15T13:32:00.001-08:00

This is a fairytale inspired by Alexander Rybak, written by the romanian fans. It's part true, part fiction. We used all the details we had to create our own "Funny little fairytale". We started working at it on July 4th and finished it 20 days later. This is the English version, we have one in Romanian too.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a charming prince with a charmed violin.

This prince, named Alexander, came from a family of musicians which, when he was 4 years old, moved from Minsk in a castle in Nesodden, a magical place where many mysteries were yet not revealed. Near the castle there was a lake about which it was said that it generated violin sounds at every sunset. Nobody knew from where did those wonderful sounds came from. Maybe that is why from thousand years those who lived in that castle became great violin masters. But Alexander was different.

He liked going in the evening to listen the whisper of the lake, but, although his parents tried to convince him through various tricks like buying him toys and sweets, to play the violin, the child refused to do that. Till one day, when the little prince went as usual at the lake and he saw, rising from the water, a fairy holding a violin. He felt like in a dream and he was so absorbed by the magical music, that he didn’t even noticed when she gave him her violin and than she mysteriously disappeared. On that charmed instrument, there was engraved the name of the prince: Alexander Rybak. Although he was only five years old, Alexander understood that he couldn’t fight his destiny anymore. From that moment on, he went every night with his violin at the lake to practice with the beautiful fairy. It was a secret. He didn’t tell anything to his parents.

After a month of rehearsals, Alexander learned more than others do in a lifetime or never. He had an innate talent, which could not be acquired by others through work. One day he took courage and he told his mom and dad he wants to play for them. And he played heavenly. Nobody knew who taught him, even the most skillful teachers of the royal family were surprised.

The secret rehearsals from the lake continued. The fairy didn’t just teach him to play, she gave him many priceless life advices. She told him that he will succeed just by hardworking and seriousness and he should remember her words when he will go through hard times. Always believe in his dreams. All of a sudden the fairy disappeared from his life for a while. Little Alexander practiced the violin daily four or five hours. He climbed on the top of the mountain hoping that he will find the fairy again, but in vain.

Though he continued playing up there all the creatures of the forest gathered around him, being charmed by the music. The branches of the trees seemed to tremble in the rhythm, the leaves were rolling with the wind. The sun didn’t care if it was night or day, it was dancing with the moon on the blue sky and the stars formed a chorus which accompanied the little prince. From up there, the lake seemed to glow like a diamond, so strong that you couldn’t look its way. Only Alexander knew its deep secrets.

The days were draining softly in the time clepsydra like flowing water in a sunny morning when even the wind stopped to listen the wonderful sound of music. Alexander remembered from time to time the beautiful fairy asking himself why she abandoned him, but when his eyes became melancholic, the nature warmly embraced him and a smile enlightened his face again. The infinite blue sky calmed his soul. But sometimes, in the loneliness on the night he couldn’t help crying. He was looking from his bedroom window towards the lake with shadows loosing the hope that he will ever find his guardian and best friend again. He decided to go at the lake and to play the violin like at the beginning. In a moment of inattention he slipped and falls in the water. The end was closer than he expected, but an invisible force pushed him back on the ground. He couldn’t believe he survived. Before realizing what actually happened, the fairy appeared in front of him and she whispered kindly: “I’ll never leave you!”. The little prince tried to touch her, but she vanished. Not understanding why the lady that arises from the water appears just when he needs help, he hurried back to the castle holding the wet violin. When he arrived in his room and wanted to play he noticed something that made him even sadder, the strings were broken. He gently put the violin on his bed and started to cry. When his warm tears touched the strings, these shined and restored. Amazed, the child looked through the window towards the lake and whispered, “Thank you!”. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, but one thing was certain, all these unexplainable things were strongly connected with the fairy.

Time passed, Alexander became an adolescent and in his life appeared another girl, other than the lady of the lake. In the royal hood of his residence there was another noble family who had a young girl, with sparkling blue eyes and golden blonde hair. Hearing about the youngster of the Rybaks, her parents asked him to give Thea violin lessons. When she stepped for the first time in her new teacher’s room, he was astonished by her beauty and his heart beat faster. Alexander had never been in love. Until the age of 14 he dedicated himself totally to the music. But now Thea made him feel what he never felt before. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him, why while playing the violin his thoughts flew at this girl he barely knew. Her angelic face remembered him of the fairy from his childhood. He even composed a melody which he sang to her without telling Thea that she was his muse. Their love was floating in the air even though none of them had the courage to confess it in words.

On e evening, Alexander decided to go alone at the lake to meditate. He did not understand why he was thinking all the time of Thea, but one thing was sure. He was in love! Now he needed more than ever his fairy, who always helped him. He missed her a lot. Arriving at the lake he thinks of sailing. He was sitting in a corner of the boat admiring the colorful sunset waiting for the lake to start whispering again. Suddenly, from the calm waves of the water appeared a blinding silver dust. He had the impression that the whole glow of the lake concentrated in that spot of light and in front of him appeared the dearest fairy of his childhood. She was slowing stronger than ever because she reflected Alexander’s soul itself. The fairy’s was fed by the unbounded happiness gathered in the prince’s heart, happiness owed to the fact that he was in love for the first time. She saw insecurity in his eyes, so she asked him “How can I help you my boy?”. “I met a girl…Thea. Every time I see her my heart beats faster. She is always on my mind. I feel like she is a part of me. I can’t explain this feeling. It’s something new.”, sail Alexander with a trembling voice. The fairy answered, “It’s called love, my dear. You are in love. There is nothing to be afraid of. Be happy with her and don’t forget: you’ll never walk alone”. Like always, the meeting with the fairy was too short.

Growing older, Alexander asked himself many questions about the lady of the lake: who was she?, why was he the only one who could see her?, why did she appeared only when he was in trouble?, which was the mission of the charmed violin he received years ago? He would have wished to ask her all these questions, but she never gave him enough time to do that. All he had left to do was to follow her advice and hope for a next encounter. Alexander went back to the castle when the night had already embraced the reign Nesodden.

Excited by the meeting from the next day with Thea, he put his head on the pillow, but he hardly fell asleep. He had the weirdest dream, in a few years he will fall in love with a beautiful girl with who he will live a true fairytale until the day she disappears without a trace. After he looks desperately for her, in his dream appears the lady of the lake who tells him that he will never find his princess again. Waking up he thought about the dream, but he was sure that it was caused by the butterflies in his stomach. Still, it was weird that he couldn’t remember the girl’s face. He jumped out of the bed and the told himself that he hasn’t enough time to think about dreams, he’d better prepare for the encounter with Thea. In less than an hour she should come for the usual lessons. He was proud of her because she was learning quickly and she was playing the violin better and better. When he was with her, it seemed that there were just the two of them in a magical world. When he listened to her he felt like he was burning inside. He composed a new song, but he didn’t know if he’ll ever have the courage to tell Thea it’s for her. Thea showed up jolly as usual. The hour passed unperceived, when they are together time flies on colorful wings. At the end of the lesson Alexander sang the melody he composed and she was impressed by his talent. She didn’t even suspect that she was his muse and he couldn’t tell her because his heart was beating too fast. The prince walks the girl to the gate of the castle where steps over his shyness and touched Thea’s delicate hand. She trembled, a warm shiver spread stormy in her whole body, but she didn’t fight it. Seeing that his gesture was rewarded with a smile and blush in her cheeks, Alexander took her hand and together walked like on fluffy clouds to the girl’s house. None of them spoke, but words weren’t necessary. It was enough to look for a second in each other’s eyes. It was hard for the two sweethearts to say goodbye for the first time they quietly shared their feelings, even though they were supposed to meet the next day. They felt like their love was wider than the sky and purer than the snow. A little clumsy, still breathless and not able to find the right words, he slowly let her hand go and ran to the castle. On his way back he thought how he could surprise Thea again, but he knew that regardless what he does, the most important was that he knew his feelings were shared.

The night fell over Nesodden. Alexander was asleep dreaming of his muse when he suddenly opened his eyes. He jumped out of bed and went to his room’s window. He was thinking he has to offer something special to his new girlfriend, so he decided to give her a violin necklace which he received from his godmother at birth. He considered it a simple gesture, but a proof of his love. He wanted Thea to always wear it, to keep his love close to her heart. Close to dawn he fell asleep thinking of her and a playful tear dropped on his ardent cheek. His charming smile had the same color as in the moments spent with his girl. He knew that her love will make him happy. Once the morning came, Alexander woke up feeling more alive than ever. He had the feeling that nothing can stand in his way and nothing can shade his happiness. When Thea came for the rehearsals he found the perfect moment to offer her with lots of love the special gift. He told her that the necklace will bond them even stronger. Thea received it and as a thank you she shyly kissed him on the cheek. Day after day the two of them felt more attached to each other and more and more captured in the fairytale they were building. While other young pairs were going dancing or preferred walking under the clear moon, Alexander and Thea didn’t tried to be alone, the violin that brought them together was always a part of their relationship. They were always rehearsing. At first there were two or three hours, but soon they become seven, eight or even nine and they never felt tired. They stolen kisses between two harmonies kept them going. They didn’t talk much, they expressed their feelings through the melodies they composed to each other. The desire to become better blinded Thea, the game became a competition. She wasn’t playing for Alexander anymore, but for being better than him. The prince felt that they were falling apart. The sparkle in the girl’s eyes was gone. He felt empty, nothing could fill the hole in his soul. And then, for the first time in two years, like in all the difficult moments in his life, he remembered the fairy who had promised she will always be there for him. At 16, like the first time he went there when he was 3 years old, Alexander rediscovered the path to the lake.

A dusty and dark road, not bright and animated by the trill of the birds which hopped lively from a branch to another like other times. Walking along the path, sad, with a broken heart, because of the radical change in Thea’s attitude, he noticed at the end of the road a strong light coming out the deep water. Than he started running towards the lake, but when he got there it was already too late. He sat on a cradle and started to cry. He felt lonelier than ever. Neither Thea nor the fairy who promised she’ll always help him, were by his side. What was to be done? Suddenly the loneliness seemed to be unbeatable. In his tormented soul there was no hope that the lady of the lake will appear. But when all his expectations were lost he heard a melodious voice from behind asking him “Why are you crying?”. It was the fairy herself with whom he had shared all his childhood secrets. Alexander told her everything, but she answered that she can’t help him with Thea. But she offered him an advice which he should always remember “The ones who will deserve you will never make you cry. When he heard those words, deep in his soul, he started believing that the dark days will pass. He understood that all the boys of his age go through same problems. For the first time love hurt him. The next day he went to visit Thea wanting to clarify everything. Seeing him sad she told him “I know my feelings for you aren’t the same anymore and you definitely sensed that.”. Alexander didn’t want Thea to see him suffering, still, the pain in his soul was too big and tears started falling from his big brown eyes. The girl tried to wipe the burning tears, but Alexander kissed her for the last time and told her “Please keep wearing the necklace I gave you, even though I won’t be with you, I’ll always keep you in my heart.” Sad, Alexander left.

He had a broken heart, but he knew he took the best decision. Thea wasn’t the cheerful girl he once met. They couldn’t continue on the same path. At the beginning the days became unbearable, endless and the rehearsals became the embodiment of loneliness. Not even the nights were easier, sometimes he couldn’t sleep till dawn, looking through the window to the black shadows of the trees struggling on the lake in the blowing wind. Sometimes when he couldn’t sleep at all, he took his violin and went to sing at the lake. He was looking at the dark blue sky which seemed a painting with golden spots splashed all over. The silence of the nature calmed him. Just the sound of the lake could bee heard in a far background animating the view and the beatings of his heart. While he was contemplating the obscure landscape, he could se a pale light in Thea’s room and he remembered the time they were together, but he knew he can’t go back in time and she would never again be the princess with golden hair he fell in love with. The best thing to do was to think about the future, he remembered the dreams he had before meeting Thea. He wished to become a great violinist to conquer the world with his songs.

So he decided not to drown his days in tears anymore, to relight the hope in his heart and to rediscover the joy of playing the violin. Meanwhile, Alexander went to the castle, took his violin and climbed on the top pf the mountain to withdraw in the silence of the music. After a period, music took over his heart and his soul and his body and his brain, the pain dissolved in thousand little pieces blown away by the wind.

Days, months and years went by and only one month was left until the teenager Alexander passes to the first chapter of his grownup life. He overcame the hard times of his life and now, the most important thing for him was to become a famous violinist. Impatiently he waited for that month to come to an end, the days flew quickly because of the magical sounds of the violin which had always hidden the pain in his childish soul. Only the violin knew what he truly felt, it witnessed all his sorrow tears, his sweet kisses, his innocent smiles.

At last the big day came, Alexander was celebrating his sweet 18 together with his family and friends. After magnificent preparations were made, in the evening of May, the 13th, at the castle arrived kings and queens from all the corners of the world. Even Thea’s parents were invited, but they came without their precious daughter. Everybody had fun. There were fine dishes and great music. Alexander sang some of his own compositions, because he always liked to entertain the others. He believed that that was his vocation. A renowned violinist was charmed by his play and proposed to his parents to send him as soon as possible to his music school in Oslo. Destiny had many surprises for Alexander. The celebration lasted till dawn when the sun rays broke through the curtain of dark. Tired after all the dancing, all the singing and all the conversations with all the nosey guests, who were curious to find out why an 18 year old young man didn’t have a girlfriend at his own birthday party or which were the plans of such a talented violinist, Alexander laid down on his bed and started thinking of all the achievements he had made in his short existence under the infinite sky. He remembered the first encounter with the fairy at the lake, his first violin lessons, the months spent on the top of the mountain where the nature danced in the rhythm of his music, Thea’s angelic face and the sparkle in the girl’s eyes when he touched her hand for the first time, his first kiss, all the nights he cried alone, the despair buried in endless rehearsals, the proposal to go study in the capital. Slowly he fell asleep. When he woke up in his pajamas and with his fuzzy hair he ran to open the gifts he had received. Big boxes, small boxes with bows, with colorful wrappers, he didn’t even know with which to begin. He felt just like a child on Christmas morning, with whom the Santa had been very generous. He chose one of them and, enthusiastic, opened it to discover what was hiding inside.

It was a Johan Christian Dahl painting from the Fredriksen’s. They knew him so well, he loved art and colors. Quickly he chose another gift on which curiously it wasn’t written the name of the one who sent it. He opened it and his heart stood still. It was the necklace he gave Thea and which the girl kept even after they broke up. Astonished, his hands were trembling, Alexander looked again at the necklace. He couldn’t help crying and cold tears started falling on his silky face. He could not understand Thea’s gesture, he had already told her she can have it as a symbol of the love and friendship that once bonded them. Why did she have to ruin even the smallest chance that one day they could look in each other’s eyes again? He lingered for a short while, but then he remembered the advice his beautiful fairy once gave him “The ones who deserve you will never make you cry”. He wiped his tears and bittersweet smile enlightened his face, he needed a radical change in his life. He will go to Oslo.

Even though he knew which were the next steps in his life he faced a confusing period, he knew he had a new beginning in front of him, but he couldn’t let the past go, because so many questions were left unanswered. Sometimes he was happy that he was so close of becoming someone in the music industry and he danced feeling free. Other times he spent the mornings in front of the window with Thea’s necklace in his hand asking himself why love can be so rough. This is how the days, weeks and months passed. Alexander’s 19th birthday came and the departure to Oslo was closer than ever. On his last day at home he felt an immense hole inside his heart, maybe it was because it was the first time he would be apart from his parents or maybe because the lady of the lake will not anymore be there for him. Or maybe this feeling was caused by the unknown path he had to walk on. But the true answer was that Alexander knew this was the moment he must let go to everything that his childhood meant: the escapes at the lake, the hours spent just with his violin, the care of his parents, his first love and many other memories which he’ll always keep in his pure soul.

The road to Oslo was really nice. He had the chance to see unknown places, everything seemed very different from what he was used to, he was surprised by the new world he was discovering of which he’ll be a part from now on. He had the feeling that it would be hard at the beginning until he’ll adapt to the new life, but as long as he’ll have his violin with him he knew he’ll never be alone.

All of a sudden he found himself in front on an imposing building. For a moment he let his luggage down and took a deep breath. On the other side of that door, a new life was waiting for him. In the first days he felt so free. . The classes haven’t yet started because the future students were still arriving. He made new friends and he felt good around them.

One evening he sat on a bench in the University’s garden gazing at the thousands lights resembling to playful glow-worms and peace surrendered him. What he didn’t know was that behind one of the windows there was his past. Past which, with great pain, he had left behind, but which didn’t seem to dissipate. In the first day of classes, wrapped in dreams, the prince woke up late. With fuzzy hair, Alexander was running on his University’s halls, but his attention was diverted by melodious sounds determined him to change his direction. He sensed he dad heard that song before, so, with slow steps and with his heart beating faster, he followed the sound until he got in front of a door. His curiosity made him dare to push the handle to perceive the mystery of the musical notes which called him there. In front of his eyes there was standing the girl with whom he fell in love for the first time. It was Thea herself. He felt the ground moving under his feet and he remained still listening to the girl’s play. As he imagined in the years he hasn’t seem her she became a great violinist. He knew she was talented, but especially ambitious. His eyes were fixed on Thea examining her from head to toe. Her blonde hair waved on her milky white shoulders, her breasts could be seen through her summer transparent blouse, her whole body was gently undulating in the rhythm of the violin. How much she had changed, but still she was so beautiful. He wanted so badly to talk to her, it felt like he had waited an eternity for the moment of the reencounter, but words were running chaotically in his head being unable to form a coherent phrase. He let the door close and he hurried back to his room. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Arriving in his room, he tried to convince himself that everything was nothing more than a dream and he wanted to wake up soon, so he closed his eyes hoping that everything will get back to normal when he’ll open them, but that was in vain. He opened his eyes and tried come back down to his senses. Inside him contradictory ideas were fighting. His mind advice him to say goodbye to the University and to run as far as he could of that place. His heart was jumping of joy when he remembered the girl’s figure. It was telling him to go speak with her. He didn’t know what to do. How much he missed the fairy who always guided him on the best path.

That day Alexander didn’t dare to leave his room. He knew he missed a very important moment in his student life, the first day of classes, but he didn’t even think of that. His whole being concentrated on what happened that morning, but the night that had come imperceptibly was a good adviser. Making order in his mind and feelings, the prince decided that he wouldn’t give up his dream for nothing in this world, even if that meant to hurt himself by seeing Thea everyday. His passion for music and the desire to share his talent with the world convinced Alexander to fight his destiny.

Next morning Alexander woke up more lively, decided to get in time to classes. The young man was presented to his new colleagues and after that, the teacher asked him to play one of his compositions for them. He saw Thea in one of the desks arranged in front of him, that’s why he decided to play one of the songs that he had written for his ex-girlfriend. From the first sounds, on Thea’s face appeared rows of tears. Alexander noticed that and felt sad, but he didn’t show that. After the song was over, he was rewarded with applauses. At the end of the class, Alexander went back to his room where Thea was waiting for him. Arriving in front of her, the silence wrapped both of them. With an unexpected gesture Thea hugged the prince and asked not to leave her ever again. Alexander was taken by surprise. After a few moments the two of them went inside his room.

Face to face for the first time in three years in a strange room, not very spacious, but with a huge gap between them, a gap increased by the silence. Alexander fixed a lost look on Thea who cried ceaselessly. With a guilty expression, the girl dared at last to talk, “I know you didn’t want to see me and I understand if you do not have a good impression about me, I don’t deserve your attention, but please be better than me. Since we broke up, fate punished me for all the suffering I’ve caused you. In the last year I dialed your phone number a thousand times, but I didn’t have the courage to speak with you.”…”What’s left to say?”, Alexander interrupted her, “When you gave me back the necklace I understood that you left the past behind, that I’m nothing to you.”. “No, you didn’t understand anything, please let me tell you what happened”, seeing that the boy remained silent, Thea continued, “…after we broke up, I dedicated myself to music. During the days I rehearsed, during the nights, I composed, until I met Jonathan, who was four years older than me and was working for my father. I don’t want to sorrow your soul with details, I just want to say he made me believe he loved me, I gave myself to him, than he abandoned me. A couple of weeks I couldn’t get out of bed. It was not my heart that was hurting me, it was my body. I didn’t hate him, I hated myself for all I’ve done to you, who loved me more than anything else. I missed you like crazy, I wanted to kiss you, to hold you in my arms, but I knew it was too late. It was than when I sent you back the necklace, because I felt dirty, unworthy to have it. I wrote you, but words were in vain, so I chose the silence. I don’t ask you to forgive me, but please, just don’t hate me. Tell me that you’ll try not to hate me and I’ll walk out of your life forever.”

Alexander’s heart struggled so hard like it wanted to jump out of his chest. He didn’t know what else to say. He was disappointed of what Thea told him, but in the same time impressed. Her tears seemed sincere. “Thea, I put my future and my happiness in your hands and you played with my feelings. You stole my innocence, the right to believe in romance, you betrayed me in the worst way possible. But, I don’t hate you, I can’t, I don’t want to. I wanted to forget you. I was fooling myself. Maybe I am the greatest fool, but I still believe that the wounds of the soul can be cured with love. Thea, you were always my love.” The prince wiped the girl’s tears and kissed her. Thea did not expect such an answer from him. She was convinced that Alexander didn’t want to see her, but, once again, his kindness made her deeply regret the mistakes of the past. She realized that he was everything she could have wanted, she didn’t understand why she was so stupid and let a childish game bring them apart. He saw in his eyes the same sparkle as at their first dates, but she still felt odd looking in those eyes. He could love her again with the same purity, but she couldn’t forgive herself. But, for him, to deserve his love she wanted to find again the little girl who five years ago walked in the yard of the castle, in his room and at the same time in his heart.

Alexander confessed that the pain of their separation determined him to focus on the only dream he had left, to become renowned for his music. He didn’t have enough time or the heart for another relationship, even though he had lots of admirers, there were just the moments he missed Thea and the ones when he thought he forgot her. Thea told him she didn’t think she would ever see him again, she thanks fate for bringing them together again. The night came and the stars shined as they didn’t do for a long while. Even though they didn’t finish their confessions, the two lovers went to rest in their rooms.

The next morning Alexander for Thea at her door so that they could go together to classes. The music hours passed slowly, they were smiling to each other, they looked deeply into each other’s eyes and they surprised everybody with their special talent. After the courses, they walked on the multicolored carpet of flowers from the University’s garden. Happiness took Alexander by surprise. He came to Oslo to start a new life, but his present overleaped his past. He knew that Thea will never be the angel he fell in love with, but he had more and more powerful feelings for the woman he was discovering. When he hold her hand he felt peaceful, her kisses were sweet and her joy put a sincere smile on his lips. He didn’t want to think about the past anymore, nor about the future, he just wanted to enjoy every moment. He suffered before, but that didn’t stop him from believing in love again. He wanted to set himself free from all the anguishes and fears which controlled him for the last three years. In the end everything stood at the heart’s will which couldn’t be changed by people or by the shy. The sunny days passed and the love between Alexander and Thea became deeper, they were inseparable. If their eyes didn’t meet for a few minutes, their hearts felt incomplete. They went together to classes, they practiced together, during the nights they walked in the garden of the University, they looked at the moon, they offered each other the stars, they talked for hours sitting on a bench. They had each other, they had the music, they didn’t need anything else. They avoided the parties in the dorm and the noisy outgoings.

The nights usually ended with a kiss in front of Thea’s door, but for tonight Alexander had a surprise. “It’s twelve o’clock he said.”. Thea looked at him with big eyes. “Don’t you know what day is today? Look! I brought you a gift. Can I come in?”. Puzzled, she opened the door and invited him in. Alexander repeated the question, “Don’t you know what day is today?”, but, once again, he didn’t got an answer. Than, the prince sad a little disappointed, “I give you a hint. It’s an important day for our destinies. Something wonderful happened exactly five years ago.”. After a silent moment, Thea answered “It’s the day I first saw you.”. Than, she took the little gift in Alexander’s hands and opened the red bow. Her eyes were full of tears. It was the violin necklace. She hugged her lover and she whispered softly in his year “Thank you! For forgiving me, for trusting me more than I have ever had, for loving me. I wish for the end of the world to come just to remain in your arms forever. I don’t want to disappoint you ever again.”. The prince wiped her tears and gave her a long kiss while caressing her cheeks, than her shoulders trying to uncover them. Their bodies became one, they felt each other’s heart beats. So powerful beats that it seemed that their hearts wanted to pump out of their chests to become one. He had kissed her before, but she was never so sweet. She was his and only his. A feeling of candor and at the same time of pride broke into every little piece of his body. It was the most pleasant feeling he has ever had. All the love in the world gathered in his arms and that made him almighty. And Thea, his sweet and beloved Thea, made him feel like a boy…no, he wasn’t a man anymore…he was a fulfilled man.

The sun rays got playful into her room and delighted the two lovers with worm touches. They woke up to go to classes. Thea asks Alexander to put the necklace at her neck promising that she would never separate of, than she went in front of the mirror to admire it. While looking at her happy reflection, Alexander surprised her with a hug and the two kissed passionately. A new day started for them, but this day was very special because it seemed to be a new chapter of their lives and because they were charmed by the moments they shared. The hours went by calmly, the two of them begun to build a small corner of heaven in which they escaped when the world wasn’t as they wanted it to be. Everything was magical and they were radiating of happiness. They felt unique in their own way. Now they were even more united, happier and they shared the secret of the night that just passed which was still surrounding their bodies.

Once time passed, Alexander and Thea felt fulfilled, they developed together and they were playing better and better the violin. The teachers were astonished by both of them, but especially by Alexander. He went to different contests and different concerts and he was always one of the best, but although now he was happy and he felt nothing was missing from his life, the forecast wasn’t encouraging at all. Soon, it was about to rain with tear drops and storms of new feelings were announced between them. The sun that now shined strong for them was about to get lost behind gray clouds.

During one year they felt like two raindrops which dancing in their fall towards the earth melted and became one, like two chapters of the same book, but than, the pages of happiness begun to detach one by one letting themselves carry by the wind and the waves. Thea begun to skip classes, to be late at their dates, to always be hurried and distant, to retire in her room saying she has homework to do. Alexander didn’t understand a thing from his lover’s attitude and became restless. He asked her if he did something wrong or if she had any reason to be angry with him, but she answered he shouldn’t worry, it’s not his fault, she goes through a hard period and she just needs a little time to gather her thoughts. She begged him not to insist with other questions, because everything was going to be fine.

She kissed him, but her lips were trembling and she ran in her room leaving her prince alone with a doubly heart. This doubt which was crushing little by little his love and his soul, was about to become acute and motivated. In a break he saw that a colleague pulled Thea in the corner of the class giving her a note. Intrigued, he went to his girlfriend and asked her what’s written in the note she received from Kari. Blushing confused and obviously put in trouble, Thea avoided the answer. Finally, she told him it was just her colleague’s phone number, but Alexander knew his half better than she imagined. He was sure that Thea lied to him, but he didn’t understand why. Even Thea was sure that Alexander didn’t buy her lie, but she did not know what she really wanted. She didn’t want to lose him, but he was suffocating her. She wanted to be free. She was used to being his girlfriend, she couldn’t imagine hr life without him, but her heart didn’t belong to him anymore. Her heart beat faster every time she saw Steffen, the brother of the colleague who gave her the note. Still, she was afraid that a new relationship would hurt her. She knew she was selfish because she tried to figure out which was the best thing for her to do and she didn’t think of Alexander’s feelings, but she wanted to get rid of this rending hard pressure that did not leave her breathe easy.

Meanwhile, Alexander felt abandoned. He saw Thea and when they met, the girl always seemed far away, her kisses were strange. His loneliness was crushing his soul, poisoning his thoughts and his nights were haunted by nightmares. Till one night when the dark became light and in his dream appeared the beautiful fairy of his childhood. She asked him to trust her once again and to do exactly how she tells him: next afternoon, when Thea says she wants to go in her room to study, he should follow her and to oversee her door from the shadow. When he’ll se a tall guy with blonde hair and blue eyes knocking at her door he should approach and carefully listen what’s going on behind the walls.

The next day, Alexander did what the fairy told him and he found out something he would have preferred not to know. All his questions were answered, but the truth was more painful than all his suppositions. It was clear Thea had a secret lover. He felt stabbed in his heart by the one to whom he gave everything: his best years, his pure love, all his trust. Once again he was betrayed when he less expected this. He was bleeding inside. He felt like his soul torn away from his body and escaped in another world, where he could lose himself to the music and forget about the painful past. He wanted to run far away from the place which brought him so much happiness, but which now became a temple of suffering. But, there were just a couple of weeks left until the summer holiday and even if he didn’t want to he knew he had to face Thea. He had together his forces to handle a truth he didn’t want to hear, but which he had to knew in order not to drawn in despair. Discouraged he went to the girl’s room. He knocked as at a stranger’s door, because that was Thea for him now. She opened smiling, but as soon as she saw the tears in his eyes she became pale. It was enough one question, “Why are you doing this to me again?”, so that she understood that he found out everything about her infidelity. With a rash gesture, she tore off her violin necklace and gave it back to the prince. He didn’t need any other answer, any other explanation, he left the girl’s room knowing that this was their final break-up.

Feeling numb, puzzled by all that happened, Alexander was counting the days until he could go back home. Back to his childhood mountain and the charmed lake. Once he felt a soft touch in every breath of wind, a smile on every flower, peace in every cloud, warmth in every sun ray. Now, he felt his soul emptied of dreams, he felt like his whole world was about to crush like a sand castle.

Soon he was able to walk out of the University’s door leaving everything behind. After the longest road of his life, he finally arrived home. His parents were happy to see their only son and they would have liked him to tell them what he had done while he was away. But, tired and with his morale down, the prince retired in his room. Physically and psychically exhausted he fell on the bed. He couldn’t cry anymore, but the pain in his chest remained. His room’s view was at the wonderful lake with which he shared so many memories: the beautiful fairy, the charmed violin, his first steps in music, his evolution. Looking at the lake through the window, it was like reviewing his whole life as in a movie, but he didn’t know his role anymore. The white light of the moon dressed the lake in a silver cloak, this determined him to go at the lake to clear his thoughts.

The wind whistled between the green trees. He heard the sound of a violin, but no one was around. The music was getting closer and closer. It was really her, his beloved fairy. “I came at the lake with the hope that you’ll appear, but I was afraid that I’ve lost you forever. In the last years I estranged from myself and I became another in the relationship with Thea. I was happy, I loved with all my heart, but I estranged myself from the magic, from what was predestinated to me. I played the violin, I sustained a lot of concerts, I won prizes, I was appreciated, but the music didn’t come from inside, but from books, from scores, from notes written by others. I don’t know anymore who I am, who I was, who I want to be.”, confessed Alexander with a trembling voice to the fairy, than he covered his face with his fingers like a child that knows he did something wrong. With tender gestures, the fairy unveiled his face and than she kissed him on his forehead. “I told you that I’ll always be by your side when you’ll need me. We never fell apart. I always watched you. It hurt to tell you about Thea, but you had to know the truth. I promise you you’ll step over these moments, you know I’ll never lie to you. To rediscover yourself climb the mountain that always received you with open arms.”. The fairy disappeared in the abyss of the night and Alexander remained melancholic watching the reflection of the moon in the lake’s mirror. After a few minutes, the prince decided to follow the fairy’s advice and goes with heavy steps on the mountain. It was dark outside but the evening star guided his way.

Once he arrived on the top of the mountain he sat down tired near a tree and fell asleep instantly. At dawn the jolly trill of the birds brought him back to life. A charming smile enlightened his whole face. He took his violin and started playing. At the beginning there were just a few chords and than, the sounds floated in the air carried by the hot gale of the wind. Without realizing, due to the pain in his broken soul he composed a heavenly song. With tears in his eyes he put down on a damp piece of paper the lyrics that will later bring him an unexpected success. The song was dedicates to the only one he ever loved, Thea. In his soul the love he once had for her was fighting with the pain in his soul. He’ll never hate her, he won’t try to get revenge, he won’t make her suffer as she made him, he’ll always secretly love her, she will remain in his soul. The song will be named “Fairytale”. Why “fairytale”? That’s simple. Because the melody embraced in a few lines a whole life experience, different from others have lived, sometimes painful, but in the end all what mattered was that he’ll never forget his first big love. He could not regret the feelings he had for Thea. No! He only regretted the sad ending of the fairytale which he hoped to live with his beloved one till the end of his days. And he still hoped. It was absurd, but maybe the small light he saw at the end of the dark tunnel made him that in the end of the song to write “Nowadays I can not find her, but when I do we’ll get a brand new start.”. He felt a bittersweet taste. In front of him he could still se the figure of the girl with golden hair and delicate smile.

Not after a long time a big competition was announced in the kingdom. The winner of “Idol”, will win the title of the greatest singer of Norway. Alexander prepared day and night. His parents were worried, they believed in him, but they were afraid that another failure would sink him in depression. The news of the contest caught his attention from the beginning, but at first he didn’t think seriously to participate. He couldn’t concentrate at anything else, but his thoughts. What made him change his mind was a new encounter with the lady of the lake. She told him that he can overcome the hard times by returning to his first love, the music. Like always, Alexander didn’t let down his adviser and followed the path she indicated him. At last he felt happiness in his soul and an endless energy owed to the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Only the simple thought of the recognition of his talent and his hard word made his heart jump. He wanted to show to the entire world his love and his passion for music, and so, step by step, the prince got out of the disappointment field and he was headed to the euphoria offered by his own music.

A new day, a new chance, a new step towards the glory. He felt like everything was spinning around music. The fairy view of the lake in the pale light of the moon, the leafs rustle, even his broken heart created a perennial spring of inspiration. It was the last day of registration for the contest, but Alexander didn’t show up. He wasn’t fully decided. He didn’t doubt his talent, but he did not know how the world will see him. He never had such a chance and now he didn’t know how to handle the situation. After endless worries, he left to fulfill his destiny. Seeing that no one showed up, Mr. Wilson which was encharged with the registrations, decided to leave, but going down the stairs, he saw a boy holding a violin and went to ask him what he wanted. The boy was Alexander. He answered he wanted to register for “Idol” and the two of them went in Mr. Wilson’s office to fill in the forms.

The summer holiday went by quickly. There were just a few days left till he had to go back to Oslo for his last year of studies and the competition he had registered for. To avoid Thea, he changed his group and he moved from the dorm into a rent room, anyway he hoped he’ll stay as long as possible at “Idol” so that he won’t have to go to classes. His heart was still broken, but he decided to present himself at “Idol” as a young artist knocking at fame’s door. He wanted to conquer the world through his talent, ambition, charm and an irreplaceable smile. It wasn’t difficult at all. The other contestants, the jury and especially the viewers loved him from the very beginning. He had a sparkle in his eyes and an adorable innocence, so it was hard not to fall in love with him. He fell well in front of the cameras, and his worm voice touched the souls of the listeners. He was finally appreciated for his word, for his music. He made new friends and all this made him fell well, to forget his sad past. He came in the competition with his own compositions, inspired by his life and all were astonished to discover the sensibility in a 20th year old boy. Alexander was approaching the final and the emotions overwhelmed him, because he knew he was one of the favorites. But sometimes talent and charisma are not enough to achieve the victory. You need a little luck too. It wasn’t written for him to win “Idol”, but he wasn’t disappointed because he gained recognition. This is how another great experience in his life ended and he had no other choice but to go back to the University. He met face to face the girl who once had his heart, but nothing more than a cold “Hello!” was possible between them. They felt two strangers who in another life were soul mates. So came the last day he had to spend in the University. He was glad that their roads split forever and he won’t have to see Thea everyday.

Alexander’s participation at “Idol” didn’t pass unnoticed. He had won fame and many admirers who were in love with the sound of the violin. In the up coming years he had some concerts where he had the chance to play “Fairytale”, but he never did. There came a time when a famous musician of the kingdom proposed him to register at a new contest, which’s winner will represent Norway at a new European competition. But to participate he needed a new song which wasn’t played anywhere. So, he thought of “Fairytale”, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to sing a melody he had composed just for his soul. He had to ask himself “Do I still love Thea?”. The question seemed to have no answer, but because he felt someway detached he decided the moment came not to keep his “Fairytale” a secret, but to sing his story to the world.

Even though representing Norway at an international contest where all the European kingdoms sent their most talented singers was a big responsibility, Alexander trusted himself more than ever. The cold lonely nights when he cried for Thea were gone, the sun was shining strong on his path again and destiny offered him the chance to conquer the world. Ever since he first sang “Fairytale”, Alexander became the favorite of the public. The day of the Final finally came and the tension was overwhelming, but this must not be noticed on stage, where he had to be that ordinary guy, but in the same time special, where his smile and his music must unite in order to offer the best show ever. His opponents sang one by one. Alexander’s turn came. He started to play, everything was wonderful, he felt like floating on music’s waves. “Fairytale” enchanted everyone transposing the public into a fairy world. At the end Alexander was rewarded with much applause, he couldn’t believe what has just happened, he won the hearts of each and everyone who heard him.

Contradictory feelings created a storm inside of him, everything seemed to be spinning, he was euphoric, he felt like crying, he felt so full of energy and yet tired, he wanted to hug every single person who applauded him, but still he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He felt the joy of victory in his whole body, he felt the pain of failing deep in his soul, he didn’t just sang a melody, he offered pieces of himself, he told his story, a story of a him and a her, but his black muse of love wasn’t there.

Alexander was waiting impatiently for the announcing of the winner, he was biting his nails. When he heard his name, he jumped of the chair and screamed of joy, than ran on stage to thank everyone who offered him total trust, who loved him and appreciated his music. He had three months to prepare for the big competition and for the felt released and free.

After winning the national selection, Alexander was assaulted with offers coming from famous musicians, composers, choreographers and managers who wanted to help him, they all had big ideas for the show in Russia where was to be held the Eurovision Song Contest. But, the prince had a vision of his own. He didn’t want to change, not even a musical note or a note in “Fairytale”, the song was composed in a moment of deep struggle of the soul and he knew he’ll never experience again the same this innermost feelings. He didn’t want provocative dancers, shiny shirt, a golden violin, jugglers who blow fire, he just wanted a genuine representation. At last he reached an agreement with the best known folk dance troupe from the kingdom, Frikar, which was meant to help him, to emphasize the Norwegian and Russian folkloric elements of the song and with two talented girls for backing vocals. Everything was going well and the long expected moment of the Eurovision was getting closer. Alexander received an unexpected stroke. The prince kept as a secret the name of the girlfriend from “Fairytale”, not wanting to ruin the magic of the song with details from the real world, but Thea, without even congratulating him for his success, gave interviews to the yellow press saying that she is the one to whom the song is dedicated and revealing even the most intimate moments of their relationship. He was shocked, he didn’t expect something like that from the girl he loved the most. He knew for a long time that Thea will never be an angel for him, but he didn’t expect her to become an enemy.

Once arrived in Moscow, he didn’t have time to revive the past, he was overwhelmed by the feelings of the present. He was preparing to live his dream of singing in front of million of people and the future seemed bright. He would have wanted not to think at all at Thea’s gesture, or try to understand why she betrayed him once again, but the press didn’t let him to break from the memories, the journalists wanted to find out more about his relationship with the “Fairytale” girl, how much did he loved her, if he still thinks of her, why did they break up, if he composed other songs for her. Alexander always found the right words to answer even the most inopportune curiosities. Between endless rehearsals and funny or tiring interviews, some questions being irritatingly repeating, the day of the Semifinal came imperceptibly.

It was May the 14th, one day before Alexander reached 23 years. He received many gifts, flowers, greetings and best wishes, but he was the only one able to offer himself the most important gift. The magic of the first encounter with the fairy, his successful violin sound, the joy of singing, the shiver of his first kiss, the first night of love, the despair of his betrayed soul, the pain of being alone, the touch of the last tear which dropped on his cheek, all the experiences and feelings had to crystallize in a whole meant to invade his body until the last pore. There was little time left till the beginning of the show. He was the 6th contestant and number 5 had almost finished performing. Emotions were running wildly in Alexander’s mind and soul, he went full of confidence towards the stage. Everything begun with an innocent smile and a charming violin sound. He mind was clear, he was enjoying the moment. His angelic face, his magic violin, his harmonious dance and his worm voice formed the perfect picture. Though, for a moment everything seemed to come back to the cruel reality and the “Fairytale” seemed to be just a beautiful dream in a May morning. The strong lights, the impressed listeners, the sounds that transformed in endless rows of mute desperation screams, the absence of the beloved one for whom he had composed the song, all these were hard to take, but Alexander found the strength to go forward like he always did. Once again he left himself to the music, his heart beat in the rhythm of the song. He did it, the audience was enchanted and his reward was the qualification in the final. Many congratulations, hugs and hand shakes followed, but the people quickly spread. A little after the horologe stroke 12 o’clock, the prince went alone for a walk, willing to convince himself that everything was for real. It was a magical night, the full moon glowed in darken heights, stars were playing hide and seek. All of a sudden, Alexander got sad. He woke up from the euphoric dream of the qualification in the final to rememorize a strange dream from his childhood. He remembered the dream in which he lived a wonderful love story with a princess whose face he had never saw, story which did not have a happy end. His girlfriend left him sentencing him to perpetual loneliness. He had the bizarre feeling that it was not just a dream, but that he really lived it. Was Thea his only true love and he‘ll never find his better half again? Before thinking of an answer, he heard a suave voice calling him, “Alexander, Alexander!”. Looking behind, he saw a girl with delicate features. Her chocolate like hair poured in silky waves over her purple dress. Her innocent look betrayed her pure soul, she wasn’t older than 17. Her smooth cheeks blushed when she saw him turning around. She was perfect. “Congratulations! I liked your song. I think you are going to win,” she said. “Thank you! What will be, will be.” Answered the prince lost in her eyes. She was representing another kingdom, but unfortunately she did not qualify further. “Sorry! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Carolina.”. Alexander didn’t let the girl finish her phrase, “I know. I saw you on stage. You sang beautiful. You’ve thrilled my soul.”. They talked over an hour about music, about the kingdoms they were coming from, about their dreams. A fog blanket covered Moscow, and the cold of the night hurried them towards the hotel. Alexander walked the girl to her door, he wanted to say goodbye, but he took courage and invited her for coffee next morning. Carolina gladly accepted.

The sun rushed to rise and Alexander and Carolina met again in front of the hotel. They decided to go to a near coffee house, because he had rehearsals at noon. They sat down at isolated table with view to the boulevard which became too narrow for the people who were running to embrace the unlimited horizon, towards their jobs, to pick up their children from school, to catch up with their dreams, or to escape from who they have became. They drank their creamy coffees talking about small things when acting by impulse, Alexander stole the girl a kiss and she didn’t opposed. Their lips united and their tongues begun to dance on a deaf music. . It was perfect moment, but even though they felt like time stood still, it was already 13 o’clock. Without saying a word and holding hands they went back to the hotel. At night he could not sleep although he knew he must me rested for the most important day of his career. It was 4 a.m. and he decided to send her a message, maybe like that he could redeem some hours of sleep, “Who would know that you’ll treat me like a boy and I treat you like a girl in this funny little world. I don’t know for sure where this is going, still I hope for more and more, cause my heart has been captured by your funny little smile.”. Waiting for an answer Alexander fall asleep when the sun was already up. When he woke up, nothing else mattered, it was the big day. In a few hours he must conquer Europe.

The last rehearsals were perfect, everyone was encouraging him. Regardless what will happen after the final, Alexander was happy made new friends, he made a step forward in his career and he brought Norway on Eurovision’s map. Alone, he watches the sunset, than he went to the green room. The show began. It’s now or never! It was the moment to show what he is capable of. When he walked on stage he saw Carolina in the first row cheering for him along with other friends. All his worries were gone. The fairy sounds of the violin and an enthusiastic performance charmed everyone. In 3 minutes and 19 seconds, Alexander shared his story with people from all around the Europe. In “fairytale” he put pieces of his soul, every line draws a small part of his interior world, a world of colorful smiles, of gray tears, of a deep love, of feelings buried under thick layers of sufferance. His time went by too quickly, he would have stayed more on stage, he had so many to tell to the public who again believed in fairytales, but he had to retire in the green room for the longest waiting of his life. After one hour which felt like a century the voting started. Kingdom after kingdom offered Alexander the maximum of points until he had reached a total on 387, an absolute record of the Eurovision. When he was announced winner he ran on stage, his heart was beating fast, his couldn’t believe that his dream became true.

After he received the trophy from the previous winner, Dima Bilan, he was supposed to sing again “Fairytale”. He wanted to put the trophy down, but he was so excited that he drop and broke it. And maybe so all the bad luck that followed him until that moment was gone. Europe was now at his feet listening the sounds of his violin which flew from the stage like butterflies with the mission to get in the hearts of those listening to him After the lights were switched off on the imposing stage of the Eurovision, Alexander’s life became a vertigo. The concerts offers flew in crazy waves, thousands of televisions from different kingdoms wanted him as a special guest, the journalists ran after him for interviews, the phones rang incessantly, his new fans wanted to know when his first album will be released, millions of in love girls begun to write him love letters. His dream of conquering the world came true at impressing scale. Next day he was going to get back to Norway to start the most glorious chapter of his life, but first he had to see Carolina. Exactly that night, the prince pushed under the girl’s door a note on which was written “I’ll be waiting for you at 8 o’clock in front of the hotel. Yours, Alexander”. In the morning the girl came at the meeting and he was waiting for her with a red rose in his hands. They kissed and decided to go to the central park. “I got your message. I feel the same, but I didn’t want to distract you from the final. You were amazing last night. I wanted to congratulate you, but I couldn’t find you in the crowd.”, whispered Carolina in his ear. Alexander caressed her divine figure. And he suggested that they sit down on a bench to talk, “My heart trembled when you confessed that you love me too, but I would have preferred you didn’t share my feelings. It’s so hard to tell you what I’m about to say. I thought all night of mi future, this is my chance to become a famous artist, to sing in countries I never thought I’ll visit, too meet the fans that love me, to make people happy with just one song and an autograph. I have to follow my internal call. My angel, our roads crossed in such an inopportune moment. I don’t doubt my feelings, I love you, even though I have never thought I’ll be able to love again. It’s enough to look into your eyes to know that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you. But, to love sometimes means to let your beloved one find happiness without you. If we were together you would suffer because I’d let you alone too long. You deserve to be covered with kisses every day, not to wait for me looking sadly at a picture of mine. I don’t know if you can understand right now…”, the prince didn’t get to say anything else, because Carolina, with tears in her eyes, ran on the bloody path covered with poppy petals, disappearing in the horizon of the eternal spring.

A few hours later, Alexander left for Oslo, on the road he got sad because of the break-up. He thought of sending Carolina a message to apologize again, but he realized that he would only make her suffer even more. He put his career first and he had to pay the price. It was a painful sacrifice because he loved her even though he had seen her just a couple of times and didn’t get to know her very well. He cheered up when he saw all the fans waiting for him in Norway. Their love filled him up with energy, it was the first day of his new life.

The news that a young violinist from Norway won the Eurovision Song Contest spread in the whole world. All the newspapers wrote about him and a marathon of concerts began. One day he was in a city, the other day he was in another corner of Europe, but he was never tired because he loved what he was doing and he loved his fans. All the agitation made him forget that he didn’t have his angel with him, till one day when he received a message from Carolina, “I understand your decision, but this doesn’t mean that our break-up hurts less. I loved you, I still do and I always will. Yours forever, Carolina.”. These few words coming from her were like a knife in his heart. He got sad not only because he loved her and he couldn’t be with her, but because he knew she was suffering. Wanting to make peace with himself he canceled a concert in Sweden and went home. Just like when he was a child, he find asylum at the charmed lake. As soon as he looked at the moon, the beautiful fairy appeared, “I was waiting for you, I wanted to congratulate you for the success in Moscow. I’ve told you that you’ll have a brilliant career and this is just the beginning. Never forget my advice, always be modest and don’t let yourself caught in the fame’s traps, respect your fans because they’ve made you who you are, play the violin from deep down your soul, put passion in whatever you do, because the drop of passion coming from inside is what accomplishes your hard work. I know you are sad because of Carolina, but you made the right choice. Everything happens with a reason and at the right time. Sooner than you expect you’ll met the one who will be your wife and you’ll be happy as you deserve it. I’ll always be with you, but from now on you won’t need me anymore. You are prepared to face everything that life may offer you.”. Alexander would have wanted to thank her, but she disappeared in an enlightened sphere. He was decided to follow the path that the fairy indicated him. She was never wrong.

From now on, Alexander built a strong and close relationship with his fans from all over Europe. He felt in debt with them for all the moments of glory. The prince tried to thank them by answering their letters, signing autographs, he even gave one of his violins to a girl at a concert. All the fans from far of kingdoms, from Germany till Turkey and from Greece till Romania, wanted to show him their love, they sent him original gifts like a chocolate violin or a plaquette with a touching message. Most of all he liked a list with one hundred things the Romanian fans liked about him. In his few free days when he went home, he liked playing Mario Galaxy, or watching one of his favorite TV shows, Lost. Sometimes he played the violin with his father and his mother accompanied them playing the piano. One day he was surprised to read in the newspapers that Thea wanted a duet with him, thing that he found totally inappropriate. After she left him because he didn’t have enough money, after she cheated on him and after she betrayed him by talking to the yellow press, now that he was famous she wanted to take advantage of him in order to build herself a name. He didn’t hate her because he had a pure heart incapable of mean feelings, but he was profoundly disappointed of what the girl he once considered the most angelic being on Earth became. Thea remained in his past, Carolina couldn’t be part of his present, so his heart belonged to his fans. Every concert made him happy, the public’s reaction made him vibrate. On stage he felt the world is his and nothing could steal his internal peace.

One concert was going to bring him more happiness than any other. For the first time after 19 years, Alexander was going back to his birth place, Minsk. As soon as he put foot on Russian ground he felt again as a child. Even though he did not recognize anything, nor the buildings, nor the streets, he felt at home. The press from Belarus treated him like a megastar, the blitzes were blinding him from all parts, the fans gathered in a great number, like all the inhabitants from Minsk came out of their houses to see Alexander Rybak. But he, before everything, stopped for a moment in the heart of the city, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt like a cycle of his life ended. Everything that happened in the last 19 years was to bring him back to where he had left from. The concert in Minsk had such a great impact on Alexander that he felt like when he won Eurovision. At night he laid on the bed thinking of all what he had done in 23 years of life and to all those who with good and bad brought him on this path. He was in peace with himself and with the world. He knew he did not disappoint anyone and most of all he didn’t disappoint himself.

He is young and even though life tested him oven and over again and he’s been through a lot he is still at the beginning of the road. One thing is sure: from now on, every time his life gets dark, millions of hearts from all over the world will guide him into the light. But the adventure of the young prince continues, the future has much many unexpected surprises for him.

This is not the end ... It's just the beginning!

Dreaming on different roads

2010-11-15T13:31:00.003-08:00

She doesn’t like mornings, because they are the sign for another day that she knows she will end in tears. She walked around the house as though she’d find him coming through some door, but on the table there was just one cup of coffee. She knew that. One night couldn’t have changed her nightmare into a dream. She doesn’t consider herself a pessimistic. On the contrary, she is much more of an optimistic. She expects good things from every happening, but it always comes down on her. That’s why she cries when the moon hits her eyes. “Dreams come true if you survive the hard times!”, someone once told her, but the storm seemed to have no ending.

She took her bag, her umbrella and she went to school. She turned the volume of her player slowly up to the maximum, but she was still hearing thoughts racing through her head. Her house is two blocks away from school, but she always takes the long way. The way her heart meets his heart. She waits for him every morning across the street where he lives. Under the tree which knows her secret. Nobody else does. When he shows up, she follows him, although he’s always with his friends. She doesn’t like them, but the bunch of girls gravitating around him pisses her the most off. She loves him, but he lives in a different world. He’s in heaven, she’s in hell.

She doesn’t understand football, but she goes to all his games. Last time she went to the stadium, she didn't feel very well, but it wasn't like she had the flu, she felt like she had a hole in her soul. On her way back home, the sky went black and it started to rain so hard you could hardly see anything. A driver was talking on the phone with his fiance, who was telling him that she was pregnant, finally they were going to have a baby after two years of trying and waiting. A second of being happy, a second of not paying attention and it was too late to apply the brake. She woke up in a hospital room. Even her little finger was hurting. The doctors kept telling her big words, but she didn’t understand much.

She missed three weeks from school and he got worried, so he asked around. Sometimes you ask questions, but you don’t really want an answer. He didn’t want to find out she was sick. His heart broke in pieces and the wind blew them away. He had so many chances so tell her how he feels about her, but he always walked away. Now, he just has one and no time. Outside was raining. He took his umbrella and went to the hospital.

“I wanted to tell you what I feel, since the first time I laid my eyes on you. But I didn’t, because you always seemed so perfect and I never felt worthy enough to interfere with your world. I choose just to admire you every day from the shadows. I don’t think that you ever noticed me, but I didn’t care. You were the reason I woke up every morning. There were times when I had to fallow you all day only to catch a smile, because you didn’t smile much. I wondered why. Why were your eyes so sad to often. I would have made the stars dance for you, just to see you smiling. Every time you smiled, it was a beautiful thing. Sometimes, seeing you from far away, without telling you about my heart, was torture. But the most painful torture was during the weekends, when I couldn’t see you at all. I spent hours after hours, thinking of you. Who was enjoying your sweet company, who’s lips were you kissing… I tried to get you out of my head, but nothing really worked. I dated a couple of girls, but they were so ordinary. I burned my anger during the games, and that kind off made me a better player. People considered me a hero, but I never felt like one. In the end, when everyone was gone, there were just my thoughts and I again. And I felt that I had a lifetime of nothing special. Nobody knew about my nightmare. In front of my friends, I played the role of the happiest guy alive. I can’t believe I’m here, telling you all about my feelings. That I’ve been holding your hand for the past 30 minutes”…”Please, stop”, she said, pulling her hand away. “It’s hard for me to listen to all these. Too hard, because it’s too late. Noting you say or do, can change anything. We just have now, we just have here. And I don’t want to be happy now, I don’t want to know what could have been, because now I must let everything go. It wasn’t fair that all my existence was a big failure, that I grieved every single day of my life, wanting to die, so please, don’t make we want to live now when death is embracing me. Just that you know, I did notice you. And I did like you. But nothing matters anymore. Go back to your path and run until you discover yourself”.

He turned around and walked away. A lonely boy in a hospital hall, crying as if it was the end of the world. And, partly, it was. The end of a dream. And, not very far, on a hospital bed, she was telling good-bye, as she closed her eyes for the last time.

End of the game

2010-11-15T13:31:00.001-08:00

The game was over. We won the fourth time in a row, so we hit the playoffs and the crowd was cheering so loud that we couldn’t even hear our coach congratulate us. And that wasn’t something that happens everyday, he usually is tight with words when it comes to flattering. When we lose, no one can stop him. He is not a bad human being, he just says we are men, not cry babies. His philosophy is that as members of this team our duty is to win, and we must not make a big deal out of doing what we actually have to do. But last night was different. We drunk beer in the locker room and the boys went to celebrate the big achievement in a pub, but I didn’t join them. She was waiting for me in front of the hall, smiling as she smiled to me the first time I laid my eyes on her.

It was the second game of the new season and we were playing against the champions, The Blue Devils. They were leading us 44 to 18, the ball just didn’t want to get into the hoop, I was feeling miserable, when I saw her. Did it ever happen to you to find a stranger’s face familiar? Maybe from a concert, even though I haven’t been to many, from the supermarket, maybe I’ve seen her on the street before, or maybe she has been to all our games, but that was the first time I noticed her. Is there a perfect moment to meet your soul mate? Can it be right under your eyes, but you don’t see it until that perfect moment comes? We lost the game, no big surprise, and after the coach’s usual lecture I ran to find her. It was too late, so I went back to the hall. Most players love a full hall, I love an empty one. It’s the best place on earth to hear your thoughts. I lay on the floor for hours, doing nothing, just trying to figure things out. When the hall is empty, no one expects me to shoot, no one expects anything from me and that lets me breath. That night I thought of her, a girl I knew nothing about, I couldn’t get her beautiful smile out of my mind. When I was like 4 years old I thought love is what surrounds you at Christmas morning if you stop opening all the gifts and listen. When I was 15 I was in love. My happiness was measured in her heartbeats, her eyes comforted me like sunshine after rain, we kissed until we felt like two chapters of the same book. Hand in hand, we walked this earth on clouds, together we made sense. Then, one day she said goodbye with no reason at all and I thought love is pain, tears, the fear of losing someone you care about and loneliness. Now, at 19, I don’t know anymore what love is. I saw her again at the next game. Same spot, same smile. It was like she was supposed to be there. Secretly, I played for her and I gave the best performance of my life. I didn’t let her disappear again. I asked her out and she said yes.

Eight months later, she was waiting for me in front of the hall. She always does that. She snicks out after all games and waits for me. But her smile couldn’t touch my soul and I didn’t know how to tell her I felt one world apart. I felt like that for a couple of days. I tried to focus on the game, thinking that a win would make be feel better. But it didn’t. Neither did she. I hugged her so hard I thought I’d kill her. Still, I didn’t feel her with me. I felt my life had no purpose, I didn’t see a tomorrow for me. For us. Everything went black. And what scared me the most, was that I felt I’m not good enough for her. A voice in my head was telling me I must let her go, if I love her. She felt something was wrong with me, but I calmed her with a kiss. I left her at the door of her house. She was crying, but she didn’t know why. I went home. Mad thoughts were running through my head. I couldn’t keep my eyes open…The game was over!

* I posted my story on a forum dedicated to creative writing and the first review I received is: "I just wanted to say that I loved your short story! So beautifully and passionately written, with some amazing imagery. I really felt the emotion. Great writing!"

Roll the dice at US Open

2010-11-15T13:28:00.001-08:00

Last Grand Slam of the year, US Open 2010. I've gathered a big armada at the starting line and I hope my people will make it as far as they can in the competition and in the end at least one of the will win the big trophy. I say at least one of them, because I have one favorite in the women's tournament.

So, in poll position there is, obviously, the one and only ... NOVAK DJOKOVIC. Hajde Nole! Then, my other soldiers are Robin Soderling, Andy Roddick, Fernando Gonzalez, Marin Cilic, John Isner and ... Andy Murray. Yes, this may come as a surprise, I said Andy Murray. I'm not his biggest fan and I would through him under the bus for quite a few other players, but if it comes to him playing against Federer or Nadal, I will definitely be in his corner. He has really grown on me this year.

My biggest trust is in Djokovic, if only he would pull himself together for each game at a time from the first to the last. I think Roddick will be running the show for many rounds, Soderling is here to stay and prove once again what he's made of. You never know what to expect from Gonzalez, but he can always be a pleasant surprise. Cilic and Isner have been hanging around for a while waiting for their big break. That can happen any time and I make sure I'll be there cheering for them.

When it comes to the women's tournament, I can't say I watch all the games, but I do have one favorite, Carolina Wozniacki. I like about her that she showed the world a beautiful girl can be a great player, and not for a day or two, she's still standing and she's standing pretty as world number two.

Roll the dice and let the games begin!

My World Cup 2010 awards

2010-11-15T13:27:00.001-08:00

This is not entirely serious and totally subjective.

Most exciting victory: Germany - Argentina 4-0!!!
Most painful defeat: England - Germany 1-4 - NOT because Germany won, because England had to go home...
Best player: Bastian Schweinsteiger
Best team captain: Iker Casillas

Best new entry: Thomas Muller - God bless you kiddo!
A pleasant surprise: Manuel Neuer's evolution.
Best coach: Joachim Low - For trusting Podolski, Klose and Muller.
Most devoted player to his country: Didier Drogba
Biggest disappointment: Wayne Rooney - I don't like him, but I expected him to do so much more for England!
Best goal: Giovanni van Bronckhorst in Holland - Uruguay 3-2 - Let me be subjective.

Most useful goal: Wesley Sneijder scoring for 2-1 against Brazil.
Worst error: Robert Green dropping the ball in England - USA 1-1.
Worst injustice: Lampard's stolen goal.

Most inspired player: Luis Suarez's handball qualified Uruguay in the final four. I thing it was not unfair, it's not like he scored with the hand. And he was punished. It's not his fault Ghana missed the penalty shoot.

Funniest team: France - Oh, I had such a good laugh with Les Bleus!
"Kung fu" award: Nigel de Jong

Sexiest player: Lukas Podolski

New hottie discovery: Gerard Pique

"I love you" award: Miroslav Klose - Last World Cup for my Miro and it ended so sad.
Most missed player: Michael Ballack
Most annoying player: Cristiano Ronaldo
Saddest player with a medal: Wesley Sneijder

The "this photo is going to stick to you for the rest of your life" award: Gerard Pique in Spain - Honduras. :))

Cutest couple: Schweinski

How will you remember World Cup 2010?

2010-11-15T13:26:00.001-08:00

It's over. Now it's all about memories!

~ FUTURE~

"Ah, World Cup 2010 when"...

Robert Green dropped the ball.

Frank Lampared's valid goal was denied.

Thomas Muller won the Golden Boot.

Germany beat Argentina 4-0.
Cristiano Ronaldo, Rooney and Messi disappointed.
the vuvuzelas seemed to have a life of their own.
Klose couldn't play in the game for the third place and missed the chance to become the top scorer in World Cup history.

everybody saw Robben's ass.

the octopus Paul was always right.

Iker Casillas cried for winning the World Cup!

This is it!

2010-11-15T13:25:00.001-08:00

A few more hours and World Cup 2010 gets to an end. I would have wanted Germany or England to make it so far, but thinks didn't work out that way. I'm pretty OK with the final. It's not about how much I like Spain or Holland, but about the fact I don't dislike these teams. Four years ago was worse. I hate both France and Italy and from two bads I chose Italy. Because Les Bleus had Zidane.

I used to be a bigger fan of Spain. In a time Raul and Fernando Morientes were the star strikers of the team. Back then it was hard to imagine a Spain without Raul and thought with awe that one day we will get to that. And it happened way sooner as thought and more brutal. If, as hard as it would have been, I could have eventually cope with Raul's retirement from the national team, but Raul being left behind made me really sorrowful towards Spain. I don't know if I want them to win today. Spain already took Raul's chance of winning an European Championship, I don't want a World Cup to be added on that list.

Holland is one of the teams I always was fine with. And now they have Arjen Robben, one of the players I admire. I love him because he made a nice tour of my favorite teams, Chelsea - Real - Bayern. If I think of the whole team, there isn't one baller I can especially say I have negative feelings about.

The only thing that puts Spain one step forward in my heart is Iker Casillas. In the absence of Raul, he has been the next best thing. I totally adore him! I'm not sure what I want, I'll try to enjoy the game!

Müllsteiger

2010-11-15T13:24:00.001-08:00

Something was fishy from the beginning.

But Poldi didn't suspect anything, he was eye sexing Basti.

GOOOAL!

Hey, Basti, where's my hug?

This feels nice.

You didn't got the flu from Poldi, right?

No, no. You and me are on safe for after the game. Nice ass, by the way.

Let's just don't make this to obvious.

Sami, Marcell and Cacau you didn't see anything, OK?

Well boys, this is the circle of trust. I'm the captain and I say we keep this between us.

Just be careful Basti, Poldi has an eye on you.

Kisses!

For God's sake Thomas, not in public!

GAME OVER!

Nothing happened, it's because of the fever. Don't worry.

I may be sick, but I'm not stupid. Not only Basti can have fun with the kids.

What the hell, did the couples change?

Now they are both upset, I'm free, you two wanna be my bitches?

People, please, don't panic. It's true, there are some tensions in Schweinski, but we are working everything out.

Have a nice trip to Koln my friend, I'll let you know how Basti is when we get in Munchen. NOT!

Das Beste

2010-11-15T13:23:00.001-08:00

Germany - Uruguay. This is the end of a story, or maybe the beginning of a new chapter. Right now I don't know what to say, maybe "Thank you". Thank you Germany for the best World Cup. In any competition is important to feel that you belong to someone, to something. More than the enjoyment of watching football all day long, it was great having "my team". Thank you Miroslav Klose for being a hero again. Thank you Thomas Muller for enthusing me about the future. Thank you Bastian Schweinsteiger for putting your heart out on the field. Thank you Lukas Podolski for showing you are not just a pretty player. Thank you Manuel Neuer for doing your job so well, Robert Enke must be watching you. Thank you Philipp Lahm for being the captain the team needed.

No matter what happens today, I think Germany's great victories were in the memory of Robert Enke. Let's not forget him!

And the Manschaft sure had a little dedication to Michael Ballack too. Whoever said Germany doesn't need Ballack anymore, was talking bullshit. Just give the man his number and his armband back, it's not fair to take all this away from him just because he was injured. And he cared enough to go to South Africa.

10 thoughts after Germany - Spain

2010-11-15T13:22:00.003-08:00

1. The Germans are still great! After 4-0 with Argentina nothing can steal their mojo.
2. Thomas Muller could have made the difference.
3. San Iker why didn't you show the devil in you?
4. I don't like Puyol.
5. Barcelona had the most players in South Africa because half of Chelsea was injured.
6. All of you who don't watch football, stop cheering for Spain.
7. Why do people seem to forget there's a game for third place? The competition is not over for Germany and Uruguay. Bronze is better than nothing.
8. Miroslav Klose HAS to score two goals on Saturday and become the best World Cup scorer ever.
9. Fernando Jose Torres Sanz WAKE UP!
10. Germany will win Euro 2012. Wanna bet?

Nice ones!

Germany - Spain, my confession

2010-11-15T13:22:00.001-08:00

Just four more games to go. There were some bad moments, but this is a great World Cup for me. The Germany - Spain semifinal assures that I will have favorites in both the big final and in the battle for the third place, so the excitement will be maximum till the end. After how much the England - Germany meeting in the last 16 tormented me, I have it surprisingly easy in choosing the Manschaft over Spain. I always become a fan of a team or a player because of some happenings, because the planets aligned at a certain time, it's hard to explain, I just go with my heart.

I always liked the Germans, but never this much. It's Germany's team I most identify me with and it could be the beginning of a long lasting "relationship". Here's a phrase I never thought I'm going to say, "I might runaway from my adoptive national team England and go into foster to Germany". Theoretically it makes sens, I'm German and I love that I understand the players speaking in German and that I can read the German press, it makes me feel closer to them. I didn't forget I speak English and I read The Sun, but most of the people can do that, understanding German is more special. Practically is not that easy, I don't change teams like socks. Football is serious, I'm not unstable. One way or the other, England will always be at worst my second favorite. And I'm so glad I had the chance to see Lampard and Terry when Chelsea played in Cluj and Klose and Podolski when I was in Munchen. Let's have one more thing clear, above all for me there is Romania's national team. Romania's hymne at a World Cup or at Euro is the only one that makes me shiver.

Not to forget the main idea, I'll be in Germany's corner on Wednesday. And, trying to be as objective as possible, I think Germany will win. What could change the facts of the matter is Casillas having and extraordinary day, and, well, that wouldn't be unusual for San Iker. I won't be crushed if Spain wins, but definitely a little disappointed. My biggest regret is that Muller can't play.

Before Germany - Spain, there is Holland - Uruguay. I'm pretty sure the Dutch will have their way smoothly. As I use to say, there are opponents I hate and opponents that can make the game more interesting, so it's great Holland will play the final. I like Robben and Sneijder and I don't dislike the rest, they are nice to watch.

My finest mixed 11: Casillas - Pique, Friedrich, Ramos, Lahm - Iniesta, Podolski, Ozil, Fabregas - Villa, Klose

Germany - Spain merge

2010-11-15T13:21:00.001-08:00

The best of the best

Goal getters united

Classy

Cute and sexy

All the love

Alles Müller oder was?

2010-11-15T13:20:00.001-08:00

Germany 4 - Argentina 0!There's nothing left to say!

Don't worry, I've got this!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Told you I've got this.

I can't stop screeeeaming.

Hug me Miro, the goal scoring is contagious. ;)

Thank you for not letting me play in the semifinals. You suck!

Hey, Maradon, can you spell my name now?

Go home bitches.

See this? I bet it will be 3-0 soon.

At 4-0 who doesn't feel like jumping?

Saaalto Klose, yess, I've still got it!

High five. No? Ok, high four!

Enough with the Muller hugging, come to papa now...

.. you too.

Awesome trio.

I kiss you all goodbye.

Germany, always playing the ball.

I'm not Germany's Messi, Messi is Argentina's Ozil.

We make this team go round!

Messi.. Messi who? Did he play today?

This ball does not pass me by.

Hmmmm, will I get my t-shirt back from Muller or is he the new star or something?

Deutschland uber alles!

Lucky trio

2010-11-15T13:19:00.003-08:00

Football is back, tennis is still coming on strong. Djokovic, Holland and Murray day!

A little bit of tennis

2010-11-15T13:19:00.001-08:00

If football is on a short break, let there be tennis. Hardcore quarterfinals at Wimbledon.

Novak Djokovic - Yen-Hsun Lu
Robin Soderling - Rafael Nadal
Roger Federer - Tomas Berdych
Andy Murray - Jo-Wilfried Tsonga

Germany, let's OOPS do it again

2010-11-15T13:17:00.001-08:00

We are one step further to the big final. Just eight teams are left in the competition. Not the best eight in the world, but those which played their chance, which pulled out the most of each situation, which had more luck. From the last 16 I guessed six of the countries which will make it into the quarterfinals. I was wrong about USA and Argentina, I really believed Mexico could produce a surprise.

But, we have:

Holland - Brazil
Uruguay - Ghana
Germany - Argentina
Spain - Paraguay

It's not fair that Germany or Argentina will have to go home, while Uruguay or Ghana will be in the final four, but this is the beauty of a World Cup. I must say that I feel solidary with the European teams. I really hope Holland will surpass Brazil and wouldn't classify an orange victory as a surprise. The Dutch have a strong team with big players not only by the name on their shirts, but for what they've showed until now on the field.

The big shock for me is Germany - Argentina! I hope the history from 2006 will repeat. Well, not the penalty kicks part, just the result. Less emotional strain would be nice. And Neuer is no Lehman! Hopefully Miroslav Klose will put his name on the scorers list early in the game, the German national team has never lost a game in which Klose has scored. I think it is going to be a tough game, but I'm sure Germany is tough enough to win it. And it is going to be interesting for sure. First meeting between Germany's Messi, Ozil, and, well, the real deal... Will Leo Messi finally break the ice? Will new star Muller strike again? Will Real Madrid's Gonzalo Higuain (4 goals) continue the battle with Barcelona's David Villa (4 goals) for the World Cup goalgetter title? We'll have to wait till Saturday to find out all the answers.

For Spain I don't worry. AT ALL!

About Uruguay - Ghana I don't know what to say. May ~~the best~~ someone win. Now two days without football, that's sad!

Oh Schland, wir sind von dir begeistert

2010-11-15T13:16:00.001-08:00

The king is dead. Long live the king!

2010-11-15T13:15:00.003-08:00

Germany - England. 4-1. A great game to watch, a bad game to feel. As I expected, the Manschaft was the better team, England didn't show it's real value during any game at this World Cup and, unfortunately, there aren't any chances left. From my point of view there are two men to blame for this failure: Fabio Capello and Robert Green. I think the coach thought the first eleven wrong from the beginning: Jermain Defoe is obviously better than Heskey, he proved that when he was sent to play. And I don't understand how he chose Green over James. England wouldn't have won today not even if God played in red or if the blind referee would have seen Lampard's goal, but England should have won with USA and Algeria and taken a different road after the group stage. Lampard's goal... that's my biggest ache after this game. The damn ball was in, I'm sure that if there's any population on the moon they saw the GOAL. Wayne Rooney was a total wreck, now I can go back to not liking him. I wish him to play as good as he played at World Cup in all Manchester's games from next season.

If Capello was uninspired, Joachim Low must have had divine inspiration. He trusted Lukas Podolski and Miroslav Klose despite their inconclusive performance in Bundesliga, it was said Cacau or Gomez are in better shape and won their places in Germany's offensive. I was happy Klose scored, just like in the good old days. For me, Miroslav Klose and Raul are and always will be two of the best strikers ever. I grew up watching them play, being captivated by their talent, nothing can top that. Low also gave a chance to Thomas Muller, the kid took Michael Ballack's 13 shirt and played better than maybe Ballack himself would have. I'm impressed by Muller, I think he will be one of the world's biggest footballers. And a big plus for Manuel Neuer, apparently Germany has goalkeeper. What's next? Argentina. Or maybe Mexico. The semifinals!

England - Germany! To much love...

2010-11-15T13:15:00.001-08:00

The big day is here. This is defiantly the ultimate match from this World Cup for me. I can't decide... England... Germany ... England ... Germany ... England... Germany ... England ... Germany ... England... Germany ... England ... Germany ... England... Germany ... England ... Germany ...

To much love around this game...

Last 16

2010-11-15T13:14:00.001-08:00

The first two weeks of World Cup are gone. I had it all... excitement, thrilling moments, disappointments. If I draw the line I'd say that it could have been better. I'm really upset that Serbia, Denmark and Ivory Coast are going home. If Drogba could have played 90 minutes against Portugal maybe the standings in Group G would have been different. And I can't get out of my head Green's mistake. Because of that goal England ended second in Group C and will face Germany in the next stage. On Sunday one of my biggest favorites will be for sure out from South Africa. England's game wasn't very convincing and I'm not sure they can do more right now. Germany didn't play great eighter, but the Manschaft showed more potential. I'm glad I was right about Thomas Muller, he is a great footballer, I enjoy seeing him play.

England's nickname is Three Lions... Podolski and Klose seem to have already softened up some lions.

Spain begun bad, but fixed the defeat with Switzerland with two victories and the European champions seem to be on the right track. David Villa is already on fire, I hope Fernando Torres will break the ice against Portugal. La Furia Roja must pack Cristiano Ronaldo's bags and send him back where he came from. France's performance was funny. I don't know about them, but I had a good laugh. What's not so funny, is that everyone seems to believe Romania will have it easy with France in the qualifications for Euro 2012. My opinion is one "les bleus" team died ugly in South Africa, another team will be built till fall and we'll have to handle the beautiful risen of a new generation. We just have to wait and see.

I must admit that the European team which impressed me the most is Holland. If I'd have to bet right now on a team for winning this World Cup I'd pick the Dutch. I think Brazil is good, but not good enough, and I'm pretty sure Argentina will soon fall from a pink, fake pony they are on now.

So...

Uruguay - Korea

I couldn't care less, if I would I'd go on Uruguay's hand.

USA - Ghana

I'd say it will be a tight game, won by USA.

England - Germany

This one is going to kill me!!!

Argentina - Mexico

Anyone in for a surprise? Vamos Mexico!

Holland - Slovakia

Orange all the way!

Spain - Portugal

Let's kick some Portuguese ass!

Brazil - Chile

Let's not forget Chile finished second the qualifications from South America zone, having just one point behind Brazil. I think it's a disadvantage for the Brazilians that they play with a team which knows them very good.

Paraguay - Japan

Another game I don't care about, so, making a lucky guess, I say Paraguay will win.

World Cup is not fair to me

2010-11-15T13:11:00.001-08:00

This is hapening way to soon. England will meet Germany in the round of 16. How could I choose a favorite? Let's see some reasons I should go for one team or another...

England

- I consider it my foster national team.

- Germany is the youngest European team at World Cup, the average age of the squad is 25.0, while England at 29 years, 2 months is the oldest from all teams in South Africa. Therefor, Germany has time to win trophies, for England's present generation could be the last train to success.

- Players I'm crazy about: Frank Lampard, John Terry (2). Players I like: Steven Gerrard, Glen Johnson, Ashley Cole (3). Players I have positive feelings about: Wayne Rooney, Jermain Defoe, Joe Cole, Jamie Carragher, Peter Crouch (5). Players I don't care much about: Joe Hart, David James, Aaron Lennon, James Milner, Shaun Wright-Phillips, Matthew Upson, Stephen Warnock, Ledley King (8). Players I don't like: Robert Green, Emilie Heskey (2).

Germany

- I'm 1/4 German.
- Realistic thinking, I'd say the Manschaft has the first chance to be victorious.

- I like the way they play better.

- Players I'm crazy about: Lukas Podolski, Miroslav Klose, Thomas Muller (3). Players I like: Bastian Schweinsteiger, Philipp Lahm (2). Players I have positive feelings about: Manuel Neuer, Holger Badstuber, Arne Friedrich, Mesut Ozil, Marko Marin (5). Players I don't care much about: Hans Butt, Tim Wiese, Cacau, Mario Gomez, Stefan Kiesling, Sami Khedira, Toni Kroos, Dennis Aogo, Jerome Boateng, Marcell Jansen, Per Mertesacker, Serdar Tasci (12). Players I don't like: - (o).

This or that

Chelsea or Bayern (my favorite teams from the both countries): Chelsea

Premier League or Bundesliga: Premier League

Fabio Capello or Joachim Low : Joachim Low

Steven Gerrard or Philipp Lahm (the two team captains): Phillip Lahm

Frank Lampard or Lukas Podolski (my favorites players from the both teams): Frank Lampard

David Beckham or Michael Ballack (the big absents): Michael Ballack

God save the Queen or Deutschland uber alles (the hymnes): Deutschland uber alles

England's equipment or Germany's equipment: Germany's equipment

England's flag or Germany's flag: England's flag

Brokeback Chelsea -Lampard and Terry- or Schwinski -Podolski and Schweinsteiger- (famous "couples"): Brokeback Chelsea

Did this help? Not really.

My finest combined 11: Neuer - Lahm, Terry, Friedrich, Badstuber - Lampard, Muller, Gerrard, J. Cole - Podolski, Klose = 7 Germans, 4 English players

The Danish Way To Rock

2010-11-15T13:10:00.001-08:00

Epic victory, epic defeat

2010-11-15T13:09:00.001-08:00

Andy Murray and Jarkko Nieminen bowed today to Britain's Queen Elizabeth II before their game in Wimbledon's second round. The Queen made her her first appearance at Wimbledon in 33 years. An historical moment, but history was also made on Court 18. John Isner and Nicolas Mahut played for one more hour till the American won the longest match is tennis history, 70-68 in the final set. The first-round match at Wimbledon lasted 11 hours, 5 minutes over three days.

Hat off to both of them. Still, I didn't like Mahut's attitude at the end, he was to grunchy.

The neverending match

2010-11-15T13:08:00.001-08:00

My dilemma was having to choose between Germany - Ghana and Serbia - Australia. I ended watching tennis, John Isner and Nicolas Mahut were playing for history. The current match time stands at 9 hours and 58 minutes and has lasted 163 games so far. The final set alone has already lasted 7 hours, 6 minutes. The electronic scoreboard couldn't keep up, getting stuck at 47-47 when the score had really risen to 48-48 and then eventually going dark entirely. The game was suspended, for the second time, at 59-59 in the decisive fifth set. Night was falling down and the players were exhausted.

All the numbers are truly astounding:

Currently the match has featured 163 games and has broken the record for the most games played in a match both prior to and since the introduction of the tie-break. The previous records were the 2003 Australian Open quarter-final match where it took Andy Roddick 83 games to defeat Younes El Aynaoui and the 112 games it took Pancho Gonzales in 1969 to defeat Charlie Pasarell.
They played for 9 hours and 58 minutes. The match has broken the record for the longest match by time , the previous official record (6 hours, 33 minutes) was set at the 2004 French Open when Fabrice Santoro defeat Arnaud Clement.
Isner hit 98 aces, Mahut 95, both eclipsing the previous high for a match at any tournament, 78, set by Ivo Karlovic.

And it's not over. Nobody won yet. The longest match in tennis history will be continued. I hope Isner will qualify further, but, no matter what, both are winners!

Timeline:

Tuesday 22 June, 2010

* 6:18 PM – Match begins

* 9:07 PM – Match suspended

Wednesday 23 June, 2010

* 2:05 PM – Match resumes

* 5:45 PM – Match sets record for longest in history

* 9:13 PM – Match suspended a second time with the score tied at 59–59 in the fifth and deciding set.

Thursday 24 June 2010

Match is going to be continued.

Andy Roddick's dilemma about the match is just priceless:

seriously..... doesnt anyone have to pee ? umpires included

Just do it!

2010-11-15T13:07:00.001-08:00

Come on England! Deutschland über alles! Napred Srbija!

It's time for Africa

2010-11-15T13:06:00.001-08:00

That's it, we are almost there! Just one more day till the first kick of WORLD CUP 2010! I'm so excited. A World Cup means so much more than just football, it's a whole experience! I love every minute of it, the crazy fans, the pressure of each game, the joy of a goal, the unexpected results, the way a team celebrates, even the drama of a defeat. What I don't like about this year's edition are the missing players. Ballack's and Rio Ferdinand's injuries made me sad, I hope Drogba and Robben will get better. And Raul, Benzema, Totti and Luca Toni were not called, which I think it's not fair.

Anyway, my big favorite is England! Since Romania doesn't qualify to any major competition, England has been my foster national team. Still, Germany has always been in my heart. I also like Spain a lot, I was so happy two years ago when they won the European title. And, like I usually do, I choose two outsiders which I think could astound the world. I made lucky choices in the past. At World Cup 2002 I chose Turkey and they ended up on third place. At Euro 2004 I had a good feeling about Greece and they won the big title. This year I'm going with Serbia and Denmark. Romania was in the same qualifying group with Serbia and the Serbs made quite an impression on me. They have great players, who play for important teams. I'd say Serbia could be the revelation of World Cup 2010! And Denmark had an enthusiast qualifying campaig, Nicklas Bendtner is one of the young players who must be kept in sight.I always had a think for the danish team, so I hope they will play their best. OK, OK, I don't like everyone. I don't like France, Portugal, Argentina and Italy. I never liked Brazil, first because of Rivaldo, Ronaldo and Roberto Carlos, then because of Ronaldinho. I didn't like their status of "Football Gods". Now I love that Ronaldinho was left out. Maybe this is the right time to get some closer, Kaka and Robinho definately help. I really need a team in South America and Argentina is out of the question.

Let the show begin! May ~~England~~ the best win!

My finest 11:
Iker Casillas - John Terry - Nemanja Vidic - Philipp Lahm - Branislav Ivanovic - Frank Lampard - Cesc Fabregas - Kaka - Nicklas Bendtner - Lukas Podolski - Fernando Torres

My dream final:
England - Spain

New kids on the block who I hope will kick ass:
Nicklas Bendtner (Denmark)
Thomas Muller (Germany)

The big surprise of World Cup 2010:
Serbia

Proud indeed!

2010-11-15T13:05:00.001-08:00

Între Melbourne şi Tallin

2010-11-15T13:03:00.001-08:00

Ca în fiecare an, Australian Open-ul se suprapune cu Europenele la patinaj. Şi cu sesiunea mea. De câteva zile stau şi ma uit la nişte foi, în timp ce gândul îmi zboară la cvadruple, secvenţe de paşi, aşi sau revere în cross. Cum aş putea să mă concentrez pe învăţat când sunt atâtea lucruri mişto la TV? Lui Soderling i-a fost milă de mine şi a "binevoit" să iasă în primul tur la Melbourne. Un jucător în minus care să-mi facă nopţi albe. Totuşi, adevărul e că eu dorm cu televizorul deschis, blocat pe Eurosport, şi în timpu nopţii mai deschid câte un ochi şi verific dacă e cineva important pe ecran. Dimineaţa tot cu tenisul în cap mă trezesc, mă uit indiferent de cine joacă pentru că îmi place.

Suntem în turul trei şi meciurile devin din ce în ce mai interesante. La noapte cred că mă culc la o oră decentă, dar va suna ceasul devreme. Djokovic - Istomin cred că începe pe la 6:30. Apoi, la 8:00, începe Hewitt - Baghdadis. Optimile se anunţă şi mai palpitante. Cap de afiş e clar Roddick - Gonzalez. O să ţin cu americanul pentru că mi-a fost dor de el. Cum a fost accidentat la sfârşitul anului trecut, admiraţia şi susţinerea mea s-au concentrat asupra lui Djokovic şi Soderling în ultimul timp şi, văzându-l jucând acum, mi-am dat seama că am nevoie de o porţie de A-Rod. Altă confruntare tare va fi Cilic - Del Potro. Încă sunt în faza în care învăţ să ţin cu Cilic, o victorie în faţa lui Delpo ar fi un mare plus în contul lui. Dacă nu sunt surprize, Djokovic se va lupta cu Youzhny pentru un loc în sferturi, iar Federer cu Hewitt. De sârb nu cred că mai trebuie să spun ceva, Youzhny e unul din jucătorii care-mi place să-i văd pe teren, iar în Hewitt îmi pun mari speranţe că îl poate elimina pe Federer.

Pe gheaţă, în afară de proba masculină, nu prea am favoriţi, dar mă fascinează toţi. Şi m-a enervat unul în mod special. Evgeni Plushenko! Mai tare decât faptul că Joubert a luat doar medalia de bronz, m-a enervat că a câştigat el! Nu-l suport. Cred că-l urăsc mai tare decât pe Federer. Înainte era minunat, acum e şi mai minunat. E minunat cât de minunat e el după patru ani de pauză.

Punct! Mă apuc să scriu la un referat. Mint! Mă uit la patinaj...

Serves it hot off-court

2010-11-15T13:02:00.001-08:00

Knocked out from Australian Open in Day 1, Robin Soderling tries by other means to keep his girlfans happy. Like posting the following picture on his Twitter page... He could enter a wet t-shirts contest.

Does it work?

All eyes on the ball

2010-11-15T13:01:00.001-08:00

E rotundă, a fost pipăită de Lampard, Kaka sau Ballack şi are un nume greu de pronunţat. Faceţi cunoştinţă cu mingea oficială a World Cup 2010 ... Jabulani! Nu întâmplător a fost "botezată" aşa, Jabulani, în africană, înseamnă "Come to bring happiness to everybody". Chiar to "everybody" e greu să aducă bucurie, deoarece este un singur trofeu pus în joc...

Totuşi, cei care nu se vor descurca prea bine cu Jabulani pe teren, mai au o şansă la "happiness".Vinul Jabulani va fi probabil la mare căutare în timpul campionatului. Păcat că România nu s-a calificat, nici nu ştie Tamaş ce ratează.

Women's Health

2010-11-15T12:58:00.001-08:00

Avem aşa:

1. Un video cu Iker Casillas.

2. Crazy women. Citez: "I'm going to cap the fuck out of this. Shirtless for so long. OMG!" (Mesaj preluat de pe un stimabil site al iubitoarelor de fotbal...işti.)

Câteva minute mai târziu...

The real deal.

Goodbye, Robert Enke

2010-11-15T12:57:00.001-08:00

Până la urmă amicalul Germania - Coasta de Fildeş s-a disputat. Aşa mi se pare şi normal, ca naţionala lui Ballack să-i aducă poate un ultim omagiu lui Robert Enke pe teren şi nu prin lipsa fotbalului. Cu siguranţă aşa ar fi vrut şi el, şi-a fi dorit să poată să fie în poartă, din păcate a avut un meci prea greu de jucat cu depresia. Cât a trăit i-a fost frică să-şi strige durerea, în ultimele ore de viaţa probabil s-a simţit cel mai singur om de pe pâmânt. Ar fi fost o greşeală să nu fie lăsaţi suporterii să se adune şi măcar acum, când deja e mult prea târziu, cu ochii în lacrimi şi sufletele îndoliate, să-i trimite un mesaj spre cer ... "You will never walk alone". S-a terminat 2-2, dublă Podolski, două goluri dedicate lui Enke.

The Djoker wins over my heart

2010-11-15T12:55:00.001-08:00

Anunţ important! Începând de astăzi, Novak Djokovic e noul meu număr unu în tenis. Asta nu înseamnă că-mi place mai puţin de Roddick, care rămâne al doilea mare favorit, doar că Djokovic a crecut mult în sufletul meu în ultimele luni, iar acum mă simt mai ataşată de el ca niciodată. Spre deosebire de Roddick, pe care l-am căutat eu "cu lumânarea" şi am decis să ţin cu el după o selecţie strictă, de sârb am aflat întâmplător. A fost de ajuns să aud că este un jucător care îi imită pe Nadal şi pe Sharapova şi pe toată lumea, că am dat repede un "google" ... şi am devenit fan.

La început mi-a plăcut că e haios, că e drăguţ şi că măcar din greşeală îl mai bate pe Federer, dar în timp am descoperit multe lucruri bune la el. De exemplu, m-a impresionat că a cumpărat un turneu Open, pe care l-a mutat din Olanda la Belgrade, pentru a le oferi sârbilor şansa de a se bucura de tenis la cel mai înalt nivel. Faţă de Roddick, are avantajul şi că e mai tânăr, deci are mai mulţi ani înainte în circuit. Şi parcă am mai multă încredere în el că poate deveni numărul unu mondial. Cândva... După ce Federer se va dedica exclusiv schimbatului scutecelor, iar Nadal se face pescar.

De ce am ţinut să spun că Novak Djokovic a devenit principalul meu favorit? Deoarece pentru mine e important. Iubesc să fiu suporter, să mă bucur alături de echipele mele, de jucătorii mei, să trăiesc miracole ca cel realizat de Dinamo la Liberec, să mă enervez când pierd, când greşesc, când Tamaş e tăntălău şi face degajări de tot râsul.

Djokovic, varianta fără pantaloni

2010-11-15T12:53:00.001-08:00

Înainte să între în focurile turneului Rogers Cup de la Montreal, primii tenismeni ai lumii, printre care Novak Djokovic, Rafael Nadal, Fernando Verdasco, Roger Federer, Tomy Robredo, Jeremy Chardy şi Andy Murray, au participat la un fashion show incendiar, devenit deja tradiţional în oraşul canadian. Nole al meu a simţit nevoia chiar să ne arate lenjeria intimă, fiind astfel atracţia serii. Sper să-şi umfle muşchii şi pe teren, că pe catwalk ne-am lămurit că are cu ce.

Marele absent de pe pasarelă a fost Andy Roddick, care a preferat să fie spectator, dezamăgindu-şi astfel profund fanele.

De la roşu murdar la roz

2010-11-15T12:45:00.001-08:00

Azi a fost pentru mine una din zilele ălea în care 24 de ore ţi se par prea puţine pentru a duce la bun sfârşit sau măcar a te apuca de tot ce ai trecut în agendă. O să trec peste vopsitul părului, pierdutul vremii la shopping după mâncare de papagali, convorbirile cu UPC-ul despre de ce nu-mi merge internetul, cum am ajuns de pe strada Clinicilor în Mănăştur în loc de Zorilor, etc. şi o să mă rezum la evenimentele sportive.

Ora 12:00. M-am dus la rugby, la "U" Cluj - Dinamo. Evident că m-am rătăcit prin parcul "Haţieganu" şi am ajuns la meci în repriza a doua. Suficient pentru a face câteva poze, pe care le-am pasat la fcdb.ro, şi a prinde momentul în care galeria clujeană alături de jucătorii ambelor echipe a scandat împotriva Stelei. În caz că interesează pe cineva scorul, "U" a pierdut fără drept de apel, 12-51. Nu înţeleg eu foarte multe din sportul cu balonul oval, dar important e că Dinamo e lider în Seria I şi are şanse mari la titlu.

Ora 16:30. Am alergat prin oraş ca să ajung la timp acasă, pentru a prinde meciul dintre Hertha şi Dortmund. Ştiam că e transmis pe SportKlub, aşa că am luat telecomanda şi am butonat pe canalul 93, dar, surpriză, în loc de Max Nicu erau pureci. Nu din ăia care te pişcă, ci din aia care apar pe ecran când nu e semnal. N-am intrat în panică şi am încercat să-l setez, ştiind că e în grila de programe a UPC-ului, dar nu l-am gasit. Am trecut la planul B, adică să mă uit la calculator, pe unul din site-urile ălea ilegale. Problema a fost că nu mergea netul!!! M-am mutat la laptop, dar cum conexiunea Zapp e one of a kind, până s-a încărcat player-ul, Max cred că era deja la duşuri. Oricum, Hertha a pierdut şi meciul, 1-3, şi şefia în Bundesliga. Mai grav e că Bayern nu a profitat de eşecul berlinezilor, ci a făcut una şi mai boacănă, 1-5 cu Wolfsburg.

Câte goluri a marcat Dănciulescu în Liga I în timpul celui de-al doilea mandat al lui Piţurcă la naţională? 46! De câte ori a fost convocat în cei patru ani? 0! Zero, ca să nu-l confundaţi cu O… De ce nu e chemat? E mai tânăr cu un an decât Contra. E cu siguranţă mai în formă decât Marica. E mai puţin “scandalos” decât Tamaş. E mult mai “titular” decât Cociş. E evident mai eficient decât Bănel. Şi e mai bărbat decât Mutu, n-a fugit de fluierături, fie şi de la propriii fani. Ştiu, poate părea o comparaţie între mere şi pere, dar selecţia de la naţională sigur e de trei lulele. Nu ţine niciunul din criteriile clamate de selecţioner. E un năucitor 46-0 pentru Dănciulescu în meciul cu Piţurcă.
~ Lucian Lipovan ~

18:30. Alţi nervi. Vineri când mi-a spus Tudor Dumitrescu că "U", echipă care avea nevoie disperată de victorie, va pierde la Mediaş, echipă rămasă în afara play-off-ului, am crezut că glumeşte. Well, he didn't, se pare că Gazul joacă mai bine când nu are pe umeri presiunea rezultatului! Nu am destule emoticonuri pentru a-mi exprima sentimentele vizavi de înfrângere. Urmează sferturile cu CSU Atlassib şi o nouă excursie a mea la Sibiu. Întrebarea e dacă să merg la primul meci din sferturi sau sa iau în calcul un eventual decisiv... Dacă ar fi după mine m-aş duce şi de două ori într-o săptămână, dar licenţa nu se scrie singură.

Ora 21:00. Încă scriam articolul pe baschet, când "TV-ul" a strigat: "DĂĂĂĂNCIULESCU, gooooool!". Am sărit de pa scaun şi-am văzut reluarea. Câtă fineţe, ce reuşită. Double joy! Dacă eram în locul lui, îi dedicam reuşita lui Piţurcă... Mi-am încheiat repede articolul şi nu m-am mai mişcat de pe fotoliu. Mi-a fost frică că meciurile cu naţionala i-a demoralizat pe dinamoviştii care au luat parte la "marea păcăleală", dar singura "urmă" a eşecurilor cu Serbia şi Austria a fost ochiul vânăt a lui Tamaş. Lobonţ a văzut iar trei goluri, dar din fericire nu în poarta lui, Marius Niculae a demonstrat că poate merita să i se acorde mai mult credit, Cristea ne-a amintit de evoluţiile excelente din sezonul trecut. După 3-0, cu cea mai în formă echipă e returului de campionat, Champions League parcă se vede mai clar din Ştefan cel Mare. Şi Borcea şi-a reînceput antrenamentele a la Shakira, ca să nu-l i-a imnul pe nepregătite. Greul însă de abia acum începe. După ce am pierdut puncte cu echipele mici, acum trebuie să batem tot, indiferent de numele adversarului. Greul de abia acum începe, urmează Craiova, apoi Vaslui...

Explicaţia titlului e simplă: am început ziua cu rugbyşti "alb-roşii" tăvăliţi în noroi şi am încheiat-o cu rapidişti în roz. The end!

Cetatean roman, caut nationala!

2010-11-15T12:42:00.001-08:00

Africa este un continent prea indepartat de Romania, si la propriu si la figurat. Am pierdut prematur biletele pentru Mondiale, nici macar speranta nu ne-a ramas. In ultimii ani am ratat multe calificari, aproape ca ne-am obisnuit, dar macar aveam dreptul de a visa mai mult. De data asta am fost treziti la realitate de un cosmar. Nici n-am pus bine capul pe perna, ca am fost loviti cu maciuca in crestet, 0-3, de Lituania, dar am refuzat sa deschidem ochii. A urmat un 0-1 in Insulele Feroe si somnul ni s-a linistit. La 2-0 cu Franta aproape ca sforaiam, dar s-a terminat 2-2 si-am inceput sa ne intoarcem iar de pe o parte pe alta. Azi, ne-au impins sarbii jos din pat, 2-3.

Eu m-am enervat inainte sa scoata Lobont prima data mingea din poarta, cand am aflat ca Max Nicu a fost trimis in tribune. A venit "neamtul" entuziasmat la nationala Romaniei si a trebuit neaparat sa-l "bosumfle" Piturca. Nu neaparat sa-l bage titular, cum as fi vrut eu, dar sa-l tine pe banca, sa-l ajute sa se obisnuiasca cu atmosfera tricolora, sa nu-i omoare cheful. Si peste 10 ani, cand sper ca vom avea alt selectioner pe banca, o sa-mi amintesc trei lucruri legate de Piturca: ca nu i-a convocat pe Trica si Danciulescu la Euro, ca ni l-a bagat pe gat pe Daniel Niculae in Elvetia si ca l-a tepuit pe Max.

Miercuri jucam cu Austria, dar doar cu scopul de a nu ne face si mai mult de ras, daca mai e posibil sa iesim onorabil din grupa asta. Din punctul meu de vedere, nationala ar avea nevoie acum de o reconstructie generala. In primul rand, sa scapam de Piturca. In al doilea rand, daca tot ne-am compromis total sansele si mai avem de disputat sase meciuri, sa ne ingrijim de viitor. Altfel, ne va prinde schimbul de generatii in mijlocul campaniei de calificare la Euro si iar o sa avem circumstantele atenuante pentru esec.

Contra vorbeste de retragere, si la 36 de ani e si normal, "Briliantul" are deja 30 de ani, Rat pare tot mai depasit de situatie de la meci la meci, Codrea adoarme mijlocul, si lista poate sa continuie. Partea buna e ca avem tineri, partea proasta e ca nu-i "crestem". Adrian Ropotan, Bogan Stancu, Gabriel Torje, Cosmin Moti, Cristi Tanase, Adrian Pit, Alex Curtean, Ciprian Tatarusanu, avem cu ce, dar sa stim si cand. In jurul lui Lobont, Tamas, Radoi, Chivu, Goian, Marica sau Mutu s-ar putea construi o noua generatie. Una care sa existe!

In alta ordine de idei, la anul o sa ne uitam la World Cup si o sa tinem din nou cu strainii. Intrebarea e cu cine? Daca Romania nu e, atunci cine? Eu imi pastrez "nationalele" de imprumut: Anglia, Spania si Germania. Altii o sa simpatizeze cu Italia, Franta sau Olanda. Nu avem de ales, e greu sa asisti impartial la spectacolul fotbalistic. Balonul e rotund si viata merge mai departe.

Nostalgie post Cupa DaVis

2010-11-15T12:41:00.001-08:00

Nu fi trist ca s-a terminat, bucura-te ca s-a intampla!

Cand astepti sa se intample ceva ce-ti doresti foarte mult, timpul se scurge ca intr-o clepsidra cu gatlejul prea ingust. Lunile trec ca anii, saptamanile ca lunile si orele ca norii pe un cer senin intr-o dupa-amiaza lipsita de vant. Emotia si nerabdarea isi impreuneaza mainile si se lasa purtate pe valuri zbucimate pana cand inima iti bate intr-un ritm nebunesc. Nu e corect. Asteptarea pare nesfarsita, dar momentul cel important se risipeste ca un sireag de perle scapat pe scari. Totul se petrece atat de repede, incat la final trebuie sa rememorezi filele visului, pentru a fi sigur ca a fost aievea.

Azi m-am intors la Cluj si de maine o sa-mi reiau preocuparile obisnuite. Cupa Davis a devenit deja amintiri. O acreditare, cateva sute de poze, o minge cu autograf. O si mai mare admiratie pentru Andrei Pavel, pofta de tenis live (asta-i din categoria "flori nu vrei?"), bucuria ca generatia lui Hanescu pare a avea un viitor. Tanjesc dupa inca un schimb de mingi, inca un rever in cros, inca un smash, dar in Sala Transilvania a rasunat demult "Game. Set. Match". Numaratoarea inversa a reinceput, doar ca de data asta finalitatea e pierduta in negura viitorului. Cand, cum, unde voi mai avea eu sansa sa ajung la o confruntare din Cupa Davis, nu stiu...

Patine la fileu

2010-11-15T12:39:00.001-08:00

Un om intelept a spus odata “Ai grija ce-ti doresti, ca se poate indeplini!”. Ei bine, anul trecut cam pe vremea asta ma plangeam ca nu apuc sa ma uit la fiecare triplu axel de la C.E. de patinaj si la fiecare rever in cros de la Australian Open. Si se pare ca cineva mi-a ascultat marele of si m-a pricopsit cu o fisura de menisc, ca acum sa am destul timp pentru T.V. Astfel, fortata de imprejurari, m-am uitat si la domnii care au indreptat gheata la Helsinki.

Partea buna e ca Brian Joubert a castigat, pentru a treia oara, titlul european. Iuhu!!! Cei drept, in lipsa marilor rivali Plushi si Lambiel. Dar, pericolul a venit de unde m-am asteptat mai putin. Nu, nu de la Tomas Verner, care saracul cred ca inca se intreaba cum a reusit sa ia aurul in 2008, ci dinspre Italia. Ma rog, Franta. Mai exact un francezo-italian, Samuel Contesti, care n-a fost inclus de tara mama in lotul pentru J.O. de la Beijing si s-a refugiat in Italia. Iar doi ani mai tarziu, cu noua cetatenie in buzunar, a cucerit bronzul pentru azzuri. Aproape ca mi l-a rasturnat pe Joubert de pe prima treapta a podiumului. Dar, totul e bine, cand se termina cu bine.

De cealalta parte a fileului, favoritii mei de la Australian Open, Andy Roddick si Novak Djokovic, isi vor incrucisa rachetele la noapte. Adica nu mai devreme de ora 6 dimineata, conform site-ului oficial al competitiei. O sa dorm iepureste. Cu cine o sa tin? Cu Roddick, pentru ca el e veteranul, cu el tin de vreo 5 ani, cu Novak numai de la editia trecuta a Australian Open.

E o poveste interesanta cum am devenit eu fan Andy Roddick. In 2003, dupa intalnirea de Cupa Davis Franta – Romania, a inceput sa-mi placa tenisul. Si, pentru ca Andrei Pavel (care este si va ramane pentru mine sportivul numarul unu al Romaniei) nu era tocmai cel mai tare din parcare si farmecul de a sustine pe cineva este sa-l vezi jucand, am ajuns la concluzia ca trebuie sa-mi aleg un jucator din primii 10, ale carui meciuri sa fie transmise la TV. Smart, nu? Mi-am autoimpus doua conditii: sa fie putin mai frumos decat dracu' si sa-i pot pronunta numele. Nu mai stiu exact ierarhie de atunci, dar stiu ca in preselectia mea s-au regasit Federer, Safin, Moya. But the winner was … Roddick. Imi amintesc primul meci in care l-am vazut. Roddick – Marty Fish, la ora 23:00 pe Eurosport. M-am pregatit sufleteste to cheer pentru noul meu favorit, dar in prima faza mi-a placut mai mult Fish. A fost ceva de genul “You go boy! Damn, celalalt e Roddick. FOCUS, Roxana, FOCUS!”. True story! De atunci, n-a avut mari realizari, dar acum chiar imi pare in forma. E timpul sa mai castige un trofeu important. Chiar daca asta inseamna sa-l elimine pe Novak. As fi preferat sa se intalneasca abia in finala, dar tabelul principal s-a impotrivit. Well, GO ANDY! P.S. Daca nu trece Roddick de Novak, e clar cine vreau sa castige turneul, nu?

O retrospectiva sportiva a anului 2008

2010-11-15T12:35:00.001-08:00

La fiecare final de an se fac topuri care mai de care mai ciudate, se numara castigatorii si invinsii, frumosii si uratii. Eu m-am decis sa trec in lista cele mai importante, din punctul meu de vedere - evident, evenimente sportive ale anului care sta sa se incheie.

1. Been there, done that! - In 2008, din punct de vedere sportiv, mi s-au indeplinit trei mari dorinte. L-am vazut pe Andrei Pavel jucand in Cupa Davis, am fost la un meci al nationalei si am stat la 15x zoom distanta de jucatorii formatiei Chelsea, a doua mea mare iubire, dupa Dinamo.

8 februarie 2008: Romania a pierdut, 0-5, in fata Frantei in Cupa Davis, dar rezultatul nu m-a prea interesat. Eu imi traiam visul de a fi acolo.

Mai - iunie 2008: Finala campionatului masculin de baschet, "U" Mobitelco - CSU Ploiesti. Nu a castigat cine trebuia, dar au fost sapte meciuri de poveste.

6 septembrie 2008: M-am dus si eu o data pe stadion la un meci al nationalei si am pierdut 0-3 cu Lituania.

2 octombrie 2008: Eu, Lampard, Ballack, CHELSEA, in acelasi spatiu.

2. Would have killed to be there.

27 ianuarie 2008: Novak Djokovic s-a impus in finala cu Tsonga de la Australian Open.

22 martie 2008: Brian Joubert a castigat medalia de argint la Campionatul Mondial.

4 mai 2008: Dinamo bate Steaua, 2-1, si trimite titlul la Cluj.

22 mai 2008: Chelsea a pierdut finala Champions League la loteria penaltyurilor. One more reason not to like Manchester.

29 iunie 2008: Spania campioana europeana!!!!!!!!!!!!! A fost cea mai tare finala, deoarece eu am tinut cu ambele echipe. It was a win-win game for me.

"Din nou impreuna!"

2010-11-15T12:32:00.001-08:00

Am mai bifat o prezenta la un meci de-a lui Dinamo. A sasea. De data asta nu i-am "haituit" pe "cainii" mei si la hotel, ratand astfel ocazia de a face inca o poza cu Danciu (damn), pentru ca in seara in care ei au aterizat la Cluj, eu eram prinsa la coada la stadion. 5 ore mai exact a durat preludiul achizitionarii unui bilet, inca ma mir ca am avut rabdare sa astept atata timp.

Nu mi-a fost dat sa asist la o victorie a lui Dinamo in fata CFR-ului nici acum. Incep sa cred ca le port ghinion, pentru ca mai am "la activ" doua infrangeri si un egal in Gruia.

"Si a fost CFR - Dinamo...Daca in teren jocurile au fost facute de 22 de fotbalisti in tribune , aproape 20000 de oameni au facut spectacol. Galeria de Champions League a CFR-ului nu a uitat sa-i multumeasca lui Dinamo pentru victoria in fata Stelei din ultima etapa a sezonului trecut, care practic a trimis titlul la Cluj, dar in acelasi timp i-a avertizat pe “caini” ca Trica si compania nu o sa faca nici un compromis pe teren, printr-un banner afisat la inceputul meciului: “Multumiti pentru ajutorul dat, dar azi luptam pentru campionat”.

Ca la fiecare incursiune in Gruia, suporterii dinamovisti au fost dublati de ”fratii” de la “U” Cluj, cele doua galerii pregatind impreuna o coregrafie speciala pentru derby-ul dintre campioana en-titre si actualul conducator al Ligii I. Astfel, in sectorul repartizat galeriei oaspetilor au dominat cromatic culorile specifice celor doua cluburi, alb-rosu-negru.

Dupa ce Kone a deschis scorul spiritele s-au incins in tribune. Totusi, in ciuda rivalitatilor si a mizei meciului, nu au existat incidente majore intre suporteri, pe stadionul din Cluj dandu-se dovada de fair-play, iar Eugen Trica, Bogdan Lobont si nefericitul Bratu au fost aplaudati la scena deschisa.

Meciul de aseara, de la Cluj, a demonstrat din nou ca Dinamo este iubita in Ardeal. Pacat insa ca suporterii veniti din Maramures, Salaj, Alba, Satu Mare, Mures, etc, nu s-au putut bucura decat de intalnirea cu favoritii, nu si de o victorie care ne-ar fi consolidat pozitia de lideri. Dupa ultimul fluier, suporterii au plecat spre case cu ganduri diametral opuse. "U"-istii trebuie sa rezolve dilema retrogradarii in Divizia C, CFR-istii planuiesc cum sa cucereasca primavara europeana, in timp ce dinamovistii trebuie sa caute solutii pentru inlocuirea accidentatilor Pulhac si Bratu....

PS:.....Si subsemnata se gandeste cum sa traga cu prastia dupa Miranda si Diakite...."

Despre un jucator de legenda

2010-11-15T12:31:00.001-08:00

De mai bine de un deceniu EL este "racheta numarul unu" a Romaniei: "the one and only" - ANDREI PAVEL! Un caracter extraordinar, o dorinta de victorie uimitoare, un devotament iesit din comun fata de tricolor, un joc din care denota ca-i place la nebunie tenisul, un rever incredibil si un zambet larg mereu pe buze. Toate acestea au facut ca in inimile a milioane de romani "Cneazul" sa fie cel mai bun tenismen din lume.

Daca arunc o geana in viitor imi pot imagina fotbalul romanesc peste cativa ani fara Mutu, Chivu sau Lobont si cu Bogdan Stancu, Radu Stefan, Ciprian Tatarusanu sau alti tineri care nu au batut inca la portile afirmarii in prim plan. Asa cum balonul a continuat sa fie rotund dupa retragerea “regelui” Hagi, la fel si golurile lasate de actualii lideri ai nationalei vor fi umplute de alti jucatori , care la un moment dat ne vor scoate peri albi prin esecuri in fata Luxemburgului, Kazakhstanului sau a altor tari pe care le vom cauta mahniti pe harta pentru a vedea unde au ramas, respectiv s-au dus punctele pretioase cu care ne considerasem in “traista” inainte de meciuri.

Sportul care cred insa ca se va stinge incet odata cu iesirea din scena a principalului, in general singurul, artizan al performantelor Romaniei din ultimul deceniu este tenisul. Dupa ce, si nu ma sfiesc sa folosesc cuvinte mari, legendarul Andrei Pavel isi va pune definitiv racheta in cui, mingiuta verde nu va mai avea prea curand un alt stapan pe meleagurile mioritice. Ne vom uita pasivi la marile slamuri pentru a vedea ce “vraji” au mai facut Nadal, Federer sau Djokovic, iar grupa mondiala a Cupei Davis va fi doar o amintire. Probabil exista si indolenti optimisti care-l considera pe Victor Hanescu un urmas demn al “Cneazului” si care nu prevad un viitor negru sportului alb, dar eu ma incadrez in categoria nefericitilor realisti.

Azi am urmarit la TV primele doua meciuri ale confruntarii Romania-India din barajul pentru mentinerea in grupa mondiala a Cupei Davis. Victorii pentru ambii Victori (Victor Crivoi - Parkash Armitraj 7-5, 5-7, 6-2, 6-2 si Victor Hanescu - Somdev Devvarman -3, 6-1, 6-0), un linistitor 2-0 pentru noi si in primavara vom respira inca o data aerul grupei mondiale. Dar, parca planetele nu s-au aliniat cum trebuie. Inima lui Andrei Pavel nu a mai batut pentru Romania din teren, ci din tribuna si a lipsit si celebrul echipament tricolor al Cneazului – tricou galben, sort albastru si bandane sau sosete rosii. Dupa 13 ani in care ne-a mentinut in elita tenisului, Pavel, ingenunchiat de accidentari, nu ne mai poate ajuta decat cu aplauze si incurajari. Ma rog, si pe fane cu pictoriale sexy in Playboy. Mie, sincer, nu-mi place Andrei Pavel in postura de macho.

Revenind la colapsul tenisului romanesc. La tragerea la sorti pentru actualul baraj am avut noroc ca am cazut cu India, altfel Hanescu si Crivoi nu cred ca ar fi avut resursele necesare pentru a ne asigura a treispea prezenta consecutiva in grupa mondiala. In februarie, nefiind capi de serie, vom juca impotriva unei forte a sportului alb. Poate cu S.U.A. lui Roddick sau cu Serbia lui Djokovic. Si in caz ca Paval nu ne va spune adio cu o minune, la anul pe vremea asta vom juca din nou la baraj. Iar adversarul nu va mai fi India, ci, daca avem ghinion, Australia, Elvetia, Franta sau Anglia. Si asta va fi povestea nescrisa a tenisului romanesc dupa “era” Andrei Pavel … cautare gloriei pierdute in Zona Europa-Africa.

P.S. M-am indragostit de tenis datorita lui Andrei Pavel! Nu o sa uit niciodata meciul castigat eroic in cinci seturi in fata lui Andy Roddick sau ziua in care a jucat accidentat sase ore pentru Romania, si la dublu si la simplu, impotriva Coreei de Sud, castigand ambele partide si mentinandu-ne astfel in grupa mondiala.

Clonaţi-l!

Eroul Pavel a luat pastile cu pumnul pentru a rezista fizic sase ore pe teren într-o singura zi. De obosit ce era, abia a gasit puterea sa se bucure...

Andrei Pavel a fost din nou jucătorul-cheie al României în întîlnirea cu Coreea de Sud, care ne-a adus iar în Grupa Mondială. Cînd joacă în Cupa Davis, parcă e cel mai bun din lume. Asudă, se enervează, mai tăvăleşte racheta prin zgură, se apostrofează, apoi renaşte, sclipeşte, străluceşte. Pune reverul în funcţiune, dă drumul maşinii de scurte, aleargă şi strigă cînd loveşte, aleargă în colţul celălalt şi reuşeşte un passing-shot care-l lasă pe adversar îngenuncheat, serveşte cu geamătul înecîndu-i-se în gît, e as sau retur afară, ciupeşte voleul de lîngă fileu, trimite dreapta în lung de linie, ştie tot şi, la un moment dat, totul se termină, strînge pleoapele în uralele publicului, se repede să fie îmbrăţişat, are 32 de ani şi şase ore de tenis în picioare, dar e învingător. Un erou. Andrei Pavel.

Altruism
România a mai trecut peste un baraj datorită lui şi e din nou în Grupa Mondială. În prima zi l-a bătut clar pe Jun, chiar dacă îl durea umărul. Duminică, în meciul de dublu programat dimineaţa, l-a încurajat, l-a sfătuit şi l-a sprijinit pe partenerul lui mult mai tînăr şi mai neexperimentat în Cupa Davis, Horia Tecău. “M-am gîndit să-l las pe el pe partea de rever, deşi şi mie îmi place să joc acolo. Să lucrez eu mai mult, să profităm de experienţa mea. El a început să servească mai bine, l-am ajutat mai eficient la fileu, a fost OK”, a spus Pavel.

“Bară-gol”
Apoi, al doilea meci, tot duminică, contra celui mai bun coreean, Lee. Începutul a fost greu. “Mîna nu-mi era liberă, chiar dacă ştiam cum trebuie să-l joc, nu puteam. Picioarele îmi erau obosite, eram greoi. Ce-am gîndit după primul set?”. Mimează o înjurătură. “Răspunsul e beep, beep, beep”. Brusc, totul a început să se lege. “Cînd am făcut primul break, în setul al doilea, la 3-4, am simţit că e posibil. O tot dădusem în bară, pînă am dat bară-gol şi a ieşit. În ultimul set, am vrut să nu las nici un game. Nu mai conta nici umărul, nici oboseala, nimic. Publicul era ca un vulcan, m-a ajutat foarte mult”. Cuvinte spuse la puţin timp după ce cîştigase din nou trei meciuri într-o întîlnire de Cupa Davis. Pentru că aşa e Pavel. Cînd joacă în Cupa Davis, parcă e cel mai bun din lume.