I, skating, Yuzuru and yuzurite (via Google translate)
Yes I admit, I am sick ... sick! Somebody help me for God's sake!
It is not easy to talk about it, I tell you. First, because people do not understand me, and secondly because people do not know anything in general, regarding this matter. I do not want to offend anyone, mind you. But the illness I suffer requires some basic preparation.
Try it you to understand something if you have never practiced a sport called "skating." A sport that as you begin to practice you think will be impossible, that there'll never make it for a ride on yourself with shoes on him, on the move, landing on one foot, even on a skateboard alone, and remain well standing!
My father always told me, "I make you a photo while in the air so the ports to the teacher, the mica knows she then exit from the rolling track for the earth" (nice ...).
But I, on the first try, tac, standing! The happiness at that moment ... I do not know how to explain it! I was perfectly rolled up on myself for over half a turn and I arrived with plastic pose without having caused any hole in the floor! Yes, I said to myself, I will be a champion!!
Thus I had precipitated dall'allenatrice that time I called teacher because you know that the kids, the coaches, they call them "masters".
"Teacher teacher I succeeded !!" I swear, I was not in the skin, I had forgotten in an instant to have breaks at the foot of potentially weapons-femur. I had approached her in full control, turning and braking as only the samples (which I would certainly become), do. She looked at me with that big of what they say to a child "... Bravooo bravissimoooo" because kids should always encourage them, make jokes? They could grow with insecurities, have teenage problems, the misfits become adults. I in my turn I had watched it with that of the child who says "yes yes treat me as well as deficient, you do not know who you have in front! Now see how you remain open-mouthed, cute! I drew the best of the three jump you've ever seen in your life. "
Already I saw her running from my parents to tell them 'this little girl and a wonder!! The gift of skating lessons myself, I take her home, I will grow and together we will conquer the world. "
And so I set out in the fourth to take a run, it was a great moment and I knew that I would do what jump like no other had done in history! And, in fact, here it is the three-jump combination, a half turn on myself perfect, high, on arrival a firm foot on the ground, the other, free, beautiful ... pulled ... infinity! I had turned triumphant but without overdoing it ... in the end I would be a champion, to me things would always come easy, people would say wow seems so easy made by her, and I had just realised. In short, more and humility, even if you're a genius!
Instead, what I said my "teacher" was something that in an instant destroyed all the esteem I had won in the previous quarter of an hour. He simply said, and unaware of the pedagogical damage that would unleash "Bravissimaaaaaaa (what could not miss) ... but you do with the other foot ... you do not get with the left, but right." With that smile, Mr. Nice Guy, a smug f******, let's face it.
Then I thought no, the matter of smile, just tried to make the jump as he had told her. It was a disaster. He fell tumbling to the ground with the feeling of having been put into one of those accelerators of gravity for astronauts. A career ruined.
What had happened? Nothing ... I was just left-handed, and she had just thought it had to be condescending, but maybe, maybe, I had to ask with that hand writing usually!
It took months to adapt my body to jump to the right, when I was just ... left-handed left-handed! As Carolina Kostner, to say! Well, I'm left-handed and jumped right! Try it and tell Carolina Kostner to do the same.
Maestra fife!
Maybe that's why I spent a childhood fight with those crooked jumps that seemed to jump off a cliff every time staccavo me from the ground, and now I tell you sick?
But no, but no, it has nothing to do with ... I renounced violently skating at seventeen, and I have given to contemporary dance, which so with that there are no right or the left that take, the turns you have to make them a side and also on the other. And with the free foot in the most ridiculous positions (is art, they say ...).
And everything went well, I was a normal person, a bit 'snobby towards perhaps ice skating, I admit, but normal. Until one day and at a particular time, I remember all too well, unfortunately.
It was on March 30, 2012, on TV gave the figure skating world championships, the men's category. I looked casually enough, there was a game on the iPhone it took me quite some time, I have to say.
But then, at some point he entered the ice, a 17-year-old Japanese, just the age when I finally gave up my dreams of glory.
And in that moment I knew exactly what figure skating is.
All that ice ... white, smooth but furrowed by those blades that made that noise scratched the soul ... and he screamed and fire that enveloped with its flames the poor unsuspecting viewers who found themselves suddenly in the presence of pure elegance, strength, grace, power. All together, all at once. Too much for me, too much for everyone. Mystical experience without notice, in fact. And I with two eyes so in front of the TV that I did not believe it was possible such a thing, that finally I could see in reality what was happening only in my dreams, but real dreams, those that make the night such as this recurring dream of being alone in the ice rink, and skate so well that feeling of flying, without effort, without effort, laughing heartily and screaming "IF HEAVEN EXISTS WANT THAT IS ALL THIS !!".
So that was him. It was something never seen, never...
Seen? I'm talking like a sick person, I am not so, am a girl rather disenchanted, an Aromantic, I hate the fuss... and yet here I am to speak of him as well!! But what he did to me, what? And why am I writing here and now, all of this?
Yuzuru Hanyu (so called our hero) in the meantime, after the famous March 30, 2012 became Olympic champion, world, won four times the final of the Grand Prix, he became an idol at home, a human legend, now we do not are more adequate scores to judge, so that probably because of him will be touched scoring systems after the next Olympics. It has been called alien inhabitant of a planet where the only inhabitant, hologram, King, and now when he arrives in the ice rink of the world distributes Japanese bowing to the fans as if they were blessings.
The fact is that we now have just concluded World Championships in 2017 and Yuzuru has performed the best program ever skated in history... and it's about a week I wake up with his music in my ears, his quad in the eye, while walking on the street so many mini-Yuzu-kun flit around me like little stars, and then it is normal to be here to write, because it is perhaps the only therapy for me. So hyperbole abound, and arriving in thinking, in my delirium sick, that I, poor crystal, thought with the three-jump combination to become a champion in the end I practiced the sport just to be able one day to know this superhuman being, understand the difficulties that runs, majestic jumps, magical transitions. What chance does not exist, it was destiny, and I thank this fate, thanks to live now and to be able to see the spirit of ice skating.
Arianna Franzan
I mean, like.... whut??
imagine how horrible it would be if we only got 1 event per season, 2 every four years.
It's a good thing they remember he won the Olympics. But they don't remember his long was subpar in fact. 
New pairing: Yuzuyang. Yuzuvier, you've been dethroned!
I genuinely think he has no clue. BBC shows Worlds and Olympics and Eurosport has pretty much taken over so he probably isn't keeping up.
