I've tried to translate it (please don't mind the spelling & grammar mistakes that are in it
- my mind still isn't what it was before yesterday
Editor Lotte De Brouwere writes a new years letter to Kim Clijsters
There is was, in big black letters. Fairy-tale couple broken up. Game over for you & Lleyton. As if you hadn't had enough on your mind already. First that ancle, that that bloddy wrist.
A teared tendon, a cyste, an operation.
But hey, we thought - at least she's happy with her quite b/f. I guess not.
When it was announced Kim, we had to catch our breath for a second. This was ten times worse then Nicole & Hugo ("famous" Belgian singers that are married for ages & perform on cruise ships)
having to do without each other for a while
Ten times worse then Schatteman & Couvreus (also some Belgian "singers" , being a couple)
And what did we care Tom Cruise & his Penelope not being an item any longer. We were even happy this happened because his ex Nicole Kidman had enough to bear.
Everytime she looked at a magazine, she had to look at her ex being in a fierily embracement with his new Spanish flame. Let alone the name, 'Penelope'. But OK, that news was nothing compared to yours.
You weren't together with Lleyton anymore, your wedding was cancelled and the roundabout of gossip and backbiting started. 2004, it wasn't your year.
All those years everything went without saying. Kim wins, Kim reaches the final, Kim smiles while giving signatures. Kim, child of the sun. You shined and we were so proud of you. All of us in front of the TV, father on one side shouting, mother on the other nailbiting, sister with armmovements hitting an imaginable ace and the dog almost fainting by your all destroying victory glance. This couldn't break, you were our warm spontanous tennis goddess. And you still are.
We thought "Come on", your wrist will heal again and so will your heart.
And look what happened?!? You were hitting a ball somewhere with your sister, all of a sudden that ball went over the fence and there he was. Like walking on a cat-walk, he Mister Limburg.
2005 starts well. You heart is healed, now only that wrist.