Adri, thanks for posting that comment about the latest Tenis Pro!
And I´m glad you e-mailed them and got a reply. I was surprised that the programme continued in spite of Mariano - hopefully they´ll be able to keep it up!
I could´t report on the previous one during the week, as promised, so here it goes now:
They ended the programme with Mariano limping off the court and images of him before that moment, with a caption wishing him well. It was a bitter ending, not knowing how he´ll come out of this.
They didn´t have much interesting footage this time, but Gastón was on a lot, and these are the parts I remember: First, continuing after the hilarious part they showed the week before where G., wearing a tasteful combination of pink and orange, had got hold of the Tenis Pro script and was making fun of it, here they´ve given him their usual Q&As for him to question Zabaleta´s coach Lobo (known as “Lobito”).
He does it in a rather bored way, but the funny thing is that in the meantime he lies down and he´s having his leg pulled up and sideways while he conducts the interview, once he even groans at the strain! Some of the questions:
Lace, lycra or cotton? –“Nothing” (“That´s what we all answered” says G.)
To start or to receive? – “To receive” (G.: “What a fag you are!”)
Who do you dislike most on the circuit? –“J. Johansson” (G. (incredulous): “Joachim? But he´s nicer than sliced bread!”)
What is your impossible dream? –“To play as forward in Boca”
Then they repeated them playing a FIFA game on the Playstation, very concentrated as if it were a matter of life or death, and G. celebrating like mad when he won.
The very best, which I´d been longing to see again and record, is just a 30 second sequence of Gastón with Martín Jaite. They´re walking along a corridor, and Gastón is teasing Jaite. He laughs and tickles him under the chin, puts his head on one side and makes faces at him as if he were a cuddly baby, dances around him like Peter Pan. It´s so joyful and affectionate, he´s totally irresistible. There´s absolutely no-one like him.