Love Game - Season 2011 Read Online Free PDF

all they had a reputation for being difficult, elitist and inseparable little brats.
    “So you play the Russian. I play the Argentine,” Lulu pondered, studying the draw. “Then you will play Porovski in my third round, or the qualifier, but it’s highly unlikely Porovski will lose.”
    Gabriella agreed. “Makes sense to me, because I will be much more comfortable with Ivana. Just blast Rodriguez off the court with your groundies!” Luella nodded. She would have preferred if Gaga had played Rodriguez. But if everything went according their plan her sister already had to play two matches more than her. She had to accept this challenge.
     
     
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    “How come I live here and don’t know about this dive bar?” Monica Jordan shook her head in wonder. She followed her doubles partner, Agnes Lion, through the bustling streets of the West End, one of the most boiling areas of Brisbane.
    “Paola told me about it,” Agnes laughed.
    “Paola? Don’t tell me she’s a late bloomer!”
    “No. She discovered it by accident, when she was on a booze cruise with Hugh Andrews, her colleague from Supersport. He loved it obviously, as they stayed there the whole night.”
    Walking through the bustling neighborhood of Spring Hill,  the sound of laughter and shouts from the bars surrounded them like a warm afternoon breeze. It had only been three weeks since they had seen each other but they had been chatting nonstop since Agnes had met Monica for lunch at a cozy Bar & Grill. Once they had gone through their Christmas with the family stories, they had decided to begin the end of the day with a few shots at the newly discovered gay bar. There was one matter they hadn’t discussed yet – the latest WTA gossip, and there was no better source for the hot topics than Monica Jordan. Stopping at the corner to check the street signs, Agnes turned to her friend.
    “Will you tell me about your party, now? What happened? Spill the beans.”
    Monica’s New Year beach house parties were notorious and whoever got an invitation felt honored and excited. This year, Agnes wasn’t able to make it so she was desperate to catch up on the infamous incidents which surely had happened.
    “Are you ready for a big one?”
    Agnes nodded.
    “Miss Italy is going down on Eva Peron.”
    “No way.” Agnes stopped on the spot. “No, no way!”
    “Way, way, way,” Monica gave her a sly grin. “I set up the two Catholic girls over the punch fountain.”
    “There’s something wonderfully rotten in the Land of Oz. Which would be you.”
    “Thank you. Thank you.” Monica took a little bow, swaying an imaginary hat, then headed further down to the riverbank. “They make a nice pairing, don’t they?”
    “A pretty hot pairing. I pity the priest who has to take their confessions.”
    They walked down the street towards the Brisbane River. At the end of it was a corner house with a small, purple-lit doorway. Agnes gestured to the entrance and they crossed the street. When they came closer pulsing music gushed out to lead the way.
    “Speaking of Oz? Did you set up the Wiz Kid, too?”
    “Oh, don’t get me started. She’s a lost cause. She prefers to stick to chocolate.” Monica pushed the door open and began looking for a table in the crowded room. “But,” she added with a snort, “I might try again. I’m old enough now for this whole charity shebang.”
     
     
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    After she finished the interview with Carina Gnocchi and reported back to the editing room, Paola decided that it was time to watch some tennis. Today several interesting matches were scheduled and the most appealing seemed to be the first meeting of Gabriella Galloway, one half of the American twins, and the twenty-two year old Argentine, Martina Rodriguez. It should be a fine match with Gabriella's aggressive all-court game matching Rodriguez’s tricky shot-making. Paola was looking forward to some spectacular rallies.
    She sprinted up the stairs to the