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Jimmy Connors vampirism fed as few of the fans in New York. Five times winner of the tournament, former world number one dispensed over two decades his shot of adrenaline to the local public heterogeneous, never satisfied with the steps in its simplified version. Jimbo debuted in 1971 and lost last time in the second round of 1992, already 40 years, leaving in memory everlasting fire over the 1991 edition.

Jimmy Connors fed like few New York vampire fans. Five times winner of the tournament, former world number one dispensed over two decades his shot of adrenaline to the local public heterogeneous, never satisfied with the steps in its simplified version. Jimbo debuted in 1971 and lost last time in the second round of 1992, already 40 years, leaving in memory everlasting fire over the 1991 edition. Courier only managed to catch him in the semifinals, after a succession of actions colossal as reiterating with an inveterate malice survival instinct. "People want blood, and I will give you" he would say.

There is an obvious parallel between the American and Rafael Nadal, as much as the sign of Spanish history has situated at the edge of Bjorn Borg. Toni Nadal himself pointed to Connors as one of the tracks to follow in the first serious attempts of the two-time Wimbledon triumph over the grass. Lefty as he and resident in the baseline, Nadal also shares his extraordinary ferocity, the ability to intimidate the opponents of the indomitable character, their ability to overcome any punishment. There are obvious similarities even gestures, staging a common, bursting at once, with so much time in between, when consummating a central point in the definitive acquisition of the improbable return ticket. Nadal, like Connors, has a compact feedback from the crowd.

This tournament feels adored him, a passion widespread throughout the world that is singular there. New York enjoys particular sensitivity of their belligerence, mood fiery warrior who goes straight to heart and made a noisy show egregious in Flushing Meadows nights between the clutter and focus of anonymous and famous, they play so outstanding like to be rewarded with his own image in the displays the enclosure. The U.S. Open is fajarse tirelessly without fear is crashing on the tarmac incandescent and always follow up. The value, which calls need to bid for the cup. Novak Djokovic comes as a victim of his own greed, need to fill the role circumstantially that fell to others, who capitulated to the difficulties of the company to beat him. Roger Federer has only gone from his part, penta sealed in the racquet will to see if something more than a decoration of many wars illustrate won. Nadal, the defending champion, appears with wounded pride, even knowing how dangerous it is at long distances. What better stage to refute those who for dead when they could still have to cross the halfway point. Andy Murray, who moves well in the trenches, seek their fortunes in the midst of confusion, head out once and able to demonstrate what is required bid for one of the greats.

In New York appeared for the first time the genius of John McEnroe. In New York Marat Safin embodied the best of themselves to a degree close to perfection, and precipitated his outburst Juan Martin del Potro, who owns a devastating blow. In New York Pete Sampras won the last of his 14 majors when nobody gave a penny for his worn tennis racket, which was also the last game of his life. New York, the epitome of the great modern city, show the wilder side of tennis, anxious, perhaps more than ever, to see how blood flows.