PARIS – What can an old voyeur ever do when the organizers, with their appalling lack of aesthetic sense, put him in the field at the same time three stars of the level of Venus Williams, Jana Kandarr and Lolita Kournikova? The ideal solution is offered by the videos of the futuristic press room of this blessed place, and you can feel like that old friend of mine who, at the same time as Stream and Telepiù, has found, after midnight, family happiness. Venus, thin and – assured – restored, parades on the Central in an ‘unusual but amazing company. Seeing her with Kandarr is no less tormenting than attending a defile by Naomi Campbell in the company of Claudia Schiffer. Venus is half naked, also because the usual veils with which the designers wrap their beauties are in the field. The neckline of her yellow dress is even abysmal, and privileged informers assure that he left a superbra in the fourth in the locker room. But Kandarr, in front of her, is certainly not less. And, if Venus has chosen to show his back, this wonderful German gives us an abysmal vision of his tummy. Equal to the length of the legs, the tumor of the lips, the intensity of the buttocks, the two stand out in terms of tennis value. And in fact, in the first set, Venus wears the role of Justine, while Jana is disheartened to Juliette (Donatien Alphonse Francois Marquis De Sade). But in the second, when Jana starts to rebel and clings his punisher, Kournikova takes the field. With that face of a perverse angel, with his body melting ice – the two hockeysti assure him – he provokes crowd movements and passions no less than the old ones of Suzanne Lenglen, on whose field he performs. The adversary will be only a pretext for an easy, flexible, elastic triumph
They end together, the three beauties, and we can only regret that the Kandarr is no longer usable, at least not in the field. After a couple of zabaioni, I see myself forced to throw myself on the authentic news, those in which the agencies are teachers. Maxima news, the elimination of Lindsay Davenport, one of the first two players in the world. A par of vertebrae had been unscrewed in Rome, it was not able to re-screw them to its best. Dominique Monami in Van Roost has thus beaten her with emotional sobs and spastic tension: she was more afraid of her to win than the poor, very correct Davenport to give up. Another to get hurt, on a Central that perhaps the parish priest of Auteuil should have blessed, was our Sanguinetti. A reborn David, finally released from the Milwaukee shrine, able to dominate the genius loci Pioline with a five-game strip in the first set. But, while already waving three-colored flags, poor David has badly pawed, and remained in the field for pure sportiness, until the pain was too strong. Integro, but beaten against the convalescent Rafter, Posapiano Pozzi, taken ahilui to pallate, and definitely excluded from the team of Davis. Gaudenzi will certainly come in, who has suffered, in his own way, until the tiebreak of the third with the Belgian of Holland Van Lottum. Together with our rediscovered hero – but how much? – as usual, the heroines, Silvia Farina and Giulia Casoni. Silvia has defeated a knee pain even before the beautiful Sanchez Lorenzo. Giulia happily continued to amaze us, canceling two match points at the Belgian Courtois. And they do three of our in the second round. A record, in these low times. Men: Gaudenzi (Ita) b. van Lottum (Ola) 6-3, 3-6, 7-6 (7), 6-0; Pioline (Fra) b. Sanguinetti (Ita) 4-6, 6-0, 4-0 (rit); Rafter (Aus) b. Pozzi (Ita) 6-3, 6-1, 6-1. Women: Flour b. Sanchez L. (Spa) 6-3, 6-1; Casoni (Ita) b. Courtois (Bel) 1-6, 7-6 (3), 6- 4.