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Walkover

The match was so exciting, No one clearly in the lead. Though Rafa won a tiebreak, Nothing else was guaranteed. The second set had started, Rafa sweating in the heat. While playing on his birthday, He would not accept defeat. Approaching six games all, Another tiebreak on the rise, His opponent turned his ankle And fell down before our eyes. His pain appeared enormous; He was helped to leave the court In a wheelchair, as he realized All his hopes had come up short. So Nadal is in the finals; He “walked over,” as they say. Not one soul, including Rafa, Wished for it to end that way. *French Open Semi-Finals Rafael (Rafa) Nadal vs. Alexander Zverev

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Date: 6/18/2022 7:41:00 PM
This is sad but as you said, each side felt badly about it.
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Date: 6/9/2022 4:01:00 PM
That was painful to watch, in all aspects.
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Date: 6/4/2022 10:56:00 AM
The NY Times should have printed your review! Well done! Aloha!
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Date: 6/3/2022 3:09:00 PM
aww that's a shame, not really a victory but I guess its a win, hugs Jan xx
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Date: 6/3/2022 2:37:00 PM
What a shame it ended that way. Nadal is some player, though. Glad you are getting to see it, Ilene.
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