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Roland Garros changed my brain chemistry 🥹✨
Alexander "I hate clay!" Bublik makes his first ever Grand Slam quarterfinal at Roland Garros 2025, taking out the world number 9 and 5 along the way
„I’m standing here like I won the thing…” [audience cheers uproariously] “I mean, I can’t cry here, come on, stop!”
“I still have a match to go. I’m a professional tennis player! I gotta get ready.”
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They are so powerful that they made Alexander Bublik watch, and enjoy, a tennis match in his free time!!!
Wow !! 😂

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Russian semifinals




#zverev is german but his parent are russian so he is within the requirements haha#I wish rublo was here :(((#tennis#Tennis russian things#tennis thing#halle open 2025#atp tennis#alexander bublik#daniil medvedev#karen khachanov#Zrevev
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alexander "I'm a professional tennis player" bublik, the man that you are!! 😩
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so fucking proud of him, he's my fav chill player
deserves it sm lets go bublik for semis!!
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roger immediately noticing rafa becoming emotional again and reaching for him oh this kind of intimacy.....
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The legacy will remain forever ❤️🩹✨
I’m completely dehydrated from crying — but it’s not just any cry. It’s the kind that comes from deep within, when your heart overflows with gratitude, pride, and a love that asks for nothing in return.
Because Rafael Nadal… he’s not just a champion. He’s raw emotion, unshowy courage, soul in its purest form. It was never just about the numbers — it was about everything he made us feel.
He walked onto that court with his heart in his racquet and fire in his soul. He fought for every point like the world depended on it. And sometimes, it did. At least mine did. Because he taught us that winning isn’t just about lifting trophies — it’s about lifting yourself, even when your body’s screaming and your mind is hanging by a thread.
Every “¡Vamos!” was a battle cry that pierced the screen and hit me right in the chest. Every scraped knee he pushed through, every fierce look in the middle of chaos, every silent tear he swallowed just to keep fighting — that was passion. Raw, real, undiluted. Nothing performative. Everything him.
And the most beautiful part? He never needed to scream he was the best. He just was. And the story he wrote — with grit, pain, joy, and honor — screams it for anyone willing to hear. Or feel.
Today, tennis cries. Because it loses one of its greatest gladiators. But it also celebrates. Because Rafa’s legacy doesn’t retire. It lives. In every young player who steps on court with fire, in every fan who learned to dream because of him. In me. In everyone who was touched by his story.
He gave us the world — and all we can do now is applaud with our hearts in our hands.
Rafael Nadal. Por siempre en nuestros corazones. Forever my inspiration. And what a privilege it was to live through all of it with him.



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they are all there!!!! 🥲🥺💞
old man yappatron reunion
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Can we talk about the marketing? What do you mean Yelena is The void/ Bob’s eyes 😭 aka the only part of light in him when he is in that state???
I NEED A MINUTE 😭😭🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠



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