[Skyward]

If someone decides to have a 30 sec encounter in a broom room, the first thing to care about is STD. Obviously, it wasn't a concern for both.

 

[Seleshfan]

If someone decides to have a 30 sec encouter in a broom room, the first thing to care about is STD. Obviously, it wasn't a concern for both.

Well, it is quite possible the condom broke. They don't call Boris "Boom Boom" just for his serve you know? I think it's fairly plausible that a condom would break with boom boom in the broom room.

 

[Skyward]

What a coincidence. Most studies of breakage caused by fault in the condom itself, have shown breakage rate is less than 2 condoms out of every 100 condoms.

 

[binkygirl]

Well, it is quite possible the condom broke. They don't call Boris "Boom Boom" just for his serve you know? I think it's fairly plausible that a condom would break with boom boom in the broom room.

Most hilarious post of the week.

 

[Stevens Point]

I hate to be telling, but,,,

I don't know if it is true.. Someone told me once that she gave him a b**w j*b, kept his stuff in her mouth, and put it into her vagina. This person said she had heard this from TV. Then it would make sence that Boris insists his sperm "was stolen."

The girl is innocent. I hope she will have a good life without being harassed by the stories of her birth people are talking about.

 

[binkygirl]

I don't know if it is true.. Someone told me once that she gave him a b**w j*b, kept his stuff in her mouth, and put it into her vagina. This person said she had heard this from TV. Then it would make sence that Boris insists his sperm "was stolen."

That's what Becker claimed but honestly, I don't think its likely. Sperm is delicate and all that would have required alot of, 'em', acrobatics that would have killed most of them.

 

[NYCtennisfan]

Fortunately, I come here to waste time. Seriously, my intention is not to police this forum. I came, and spoke my peace about the way this poor little girl was being insulted. If people still want to come and insult her, far be it from me to stop them.

I know that it's just a messageboard and I doubt that many people would actually say that this little girl is ugly anywhere else but it's still pathetic. Grownups are fair game I guess. Little kids being made fun of is just pathetic.

 

[Tennis Fool]

I'm slightly computer challenged so highly likely this hasn't worked.

With the Mama.

Wait a minute...I thought the woman was Russian? Is she a black Russian

 

[sigmagirl91]

Wait a minute...I thought the woman was Russian? Is she a black Russian

Possibly. She certainly looks like it.

 

[Tennis Fool]

anyway, she's already starting to play tennis

Ha ha she's going to become the next Alex Stevenson...

 

[binkygirl]

Ha ha she's going to become the next Alex Stevenson...

Don't wish her bad luck.

 

[NATAS81]

Ha ha she's going to become the next Alex Stevenson...

Minus the professional NBA kin.

 

[alfonsojose]

Sperm is delicate

Yes, Karolina is injured right now

 

[^Sue^]

she's pretty cute..

 

[Saumon]

Yes, Karolina is injured right now

:lol:

 

[JuanChuffy007]

If anyone ever wondered what Boris would look like as a little girl in a pink tutu...
:retard: :haha:

:lol: :lol:

 

[crimson]

Angela Ermakova interview from the Guardian a few years ago:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,528035,00.html

Brief encounter

A tennis star, a restaurant broom cupboard, a young woman and a £2m paternity suit... Angela Ermakova's ill-fated evening with Boris Becker was the stuff of tabloid legend. As the dust settles, she talks to Emma Brockes

Friday July 27, 2001
The Guardian

"Ask Boris," said Angela Ermakova, to the journalist standing before her in Hyde Park. She was out walking with her baby, Anna, one Saturday last December. Why, asked the journalist, was Anna's father contesting paternity? Ermakova said: "You should put that question to Boris." So he's the father? asked the journalist. "Yes," she said, "he is the father."
It was confirmation of a rumour that had been circulating for weeks. The following morning, the News of the World splashed with the revelation that Boris Becker, former Wimbledon champion, was facing a paternity suit from a 34-year-old Russian woman with whom he had had sex in the broom cupboard of a posh London restaurant. The German press went mad. Improbable details piled up: the encounter lasted five seconds; they only had oral sex; she rang his wife in Germany and told her about the baby. Until this week, Ermakova has remained silent. "I thought it would make matters worse," she says.

In the absence of her testimony, a picture of her emerged from "friends", acquaintances and, Ermakova alleges, Becker himself. She was variously identified as a waitress, a model, a prostitute, a confidence-trickster and a groupie. Before she could warn her family of the gathering storm, her younger sister got a call at her office in Moscow. Was she aware, asked the journalist, that her sibling Angela had stolen Becker's sperm on behalf of the Russian mafia?

"Honestly," says Ermakova, with a touch of patriotic pride. "What would the Russian mafia want with his sperm? They sell nuclear armaments for millions of pounds. They're not interested in child support from a tennis player."

Ermakova is not a model, although she is very pretty. She is not a waitress or a prostitute. She has a language degree from Moscow University and, before the baby, was training to be an investment banker. She speaks four languages and is mortified by what has happened. The small silver cross round her neck and the sober grey suit are carefully chosen.

The trajectory of her relationship with Becker was not as steep as initial reports suggested. They met several times before Anna's conception, always in the same place, Nobu, a Japanese restaurant. The first time, Ermakova was dining with two girlfriends and Becker was seated across the way. The two made eye contact and exchanged a series of flirty looks. "I didn't know who he was," she says. "But I thought he was very good looking, with a nice smile, big open blue eyes. Then one of my friends told me he was Boris Becker and I was flattered. Here was someone famous showing interest in me, an ordinary person."

Ermakova had never met anyone famous before. Her mother, a construction worker, had brought her up single-handedly in a Moscow apartment. She had worked for a while at a film production company but had settled on banking as more suited to her personality. Self-promotion didn't come easily. When she got up to use the phone at the restaurant, Becker followed her and said he would be at the Met Bar later that evening, if she wanted to join him. But she didn't think it was a good idea. So she asked for his autograph and left with her friends. "I didn't think anything of it," she says. "I had banking exams to concentrate on. I went back to my own world."

When they next met it was again at Nobu. Becker recognised her straight away, followed her to the loo and struck up a conversation. "It was like a sign from God," she says. "I thought, this is my fate. I was flattered that after four months, someone famous still recognised me. I thought it showed that he had been thinking about me."

Becker unleashed a barrage of compliments. He identified her accent because, he said, of Russian friends on the tennis circuit. Then he kissed her and immediately apologised. "It was very sweet. He said he didn't normally behave like that. He was just like a teenager in love." Becker's routine, if that's what it was, was flawless. Taking Ermakova's number, he rang the following day to apologise again, and continued to call every day for a week. "They said afterwards that I trapped him. But he is not a mouse. You can't force a man to take your number and ring you."

The third time they met, it was at Becker's suggestion. He would be at Nobu with friends, would she like to join them? Ermakova was wary. "I didn't want to be hurt. I didn't want to imagine that he had fallen madly in love with me. He was this Teutonic knight. It wasn't entirely real."

To protect herself, she took along two friends and when Becker didn't show, she stayed on for dinner with them. At 11.30pm, he turned up at the restaurant without his usual entourage and looking distracted. That afternoon, he had lost a fourth-round match with Patrick Rafter at Wimbledon. "I thought that's what was bothering him," she says. But it wasn't. Becker had hot-footed it straight from the Portland hospital where his wife Barbara had been admitted with labour pains. She was seven months pregnant with their second child.

The next half hour would change the course of all three of their lives. Becker said he needed to speak to her, and ushered her from the table to the back of the restaurant. He directed her up some stairs and into a broom cupboard, which, says Ermakova, was more of a linen cupboard really. "It just happened so quickly - although not as quickly as he said it did. I was taken off guard. All I kept thinking was, people will see us, this is going to be a big scandal. I was trying to tell him, you are crazy. It went against every rule of courtship. But I thought, he must be doing this because he is madly in love with me. It didn't occur that he might just be doing it for fun."

Accounts of their liaison, when it came to repeating them in court, differed wildly. Becker said the sex they had was strictly presidential and was over in seconds. Ermakova said it was a good 20 minutes. She regretted it instantly. "We returned to the table and my friends said, 'What have you two been doing?' I had no lipstick on and my hair was all over the place. I wanted to leave as quickly as possible. He said: 'What are we going to do next?' I was very embarrassed. I thought, 'Oh my goodness, what have I done?' "

And that was that. The next morning, Ermakova blithely waited for his call. In fact, the next time she talked to him, she was seven months pregnant and asking for support. In February last year, she faxed his office in Munich. "Dear Mr Becker. You will recall a promotional project we discussed in Nobu, London, on June 30, 1999. The project is quite advanced and is scheduled for launch at the end of next month. It would be really good to hear your comments and thoughts for possible participation. Perhaps you could call." He called the following morning.

"He was very calm," she says. "He wanted to know when it was due and he said: 'We have to think about it.' There was no romance, no compliments. He was no longer interested in me. He just wanted to know the facts."

Initially, Becker agreed to a DNA test. But then the baby was born, and Ermakova sent him a photo. The Becker DNA was apparent in every feature of Anna's face. And so the tennis player embarked on what Ermakova calls a bizarre stalling campaign. "First he said we hadn't had sex at all. But he realised the restaurant was full of people who had seen us together, so he had to admit something. In correspondence from his lawyer, he said we only had oral sex." He wouldn't take the DNA test, he said, because of international engagements. Then he offered to send a blood sample in the post. "But I knew he would send someone else's blood."

Eventually, the test was taken, but Becker still wasn't beaten. "He said he wanted further DNA tests to prove that I was the mother, because the child didn't look anything like me. He said I must have stolen his sperm and inseminated someone else. That was the craziest thing. There were references implying that I was a person of dubious connection, that I was involved with dodgy Russian characters." Becker countered to a German newspaper: "I hoped this kind of thing would stop when I was no longer a celebrity. It is false. But it is part of the price I pay for my open personality."

After a private hearing, Becker offered Ermakova a settlement thought to be in the region of £2m. "I've been unbelievably shocked," she says. "But I try not to hate him, for Anna's sake. As she gets older, the difficult thing will be to explain why her father doesn't want to see her." Still, Ermakova hasn't entirely given up on Becker. Anna will be raised speaking Russian and English, but she intends to send her to international school. "I would like her to learn German," she says, hopefully.

 

[tennischick]

i'm sure it's no fun to go thru life being known as the girl who was conceived in a broom cupboard. the last thing this child needs is more exposure. pretty manipulative mama if you ask me. then again you didn't.

 

[alfonsojose]

i'm sure it's no fun to go thru life being known as the girl who was conceived in a broom cupboard. the last thing this child needs is more exposure. pretty manipulative mama if you ask me. then again you didn't.

not only the place. The method : swallowed cum / broken condom :shrug:

 

[World Beater]

i'm sure it's no fun to go thru life being known as the girl who was conceived in a broom cupboard. the last thing this child needs is more exposure. pretty manipulative mama if you ask me. then again you didn't.

what makes your think she is cunning? She is shrewd, no doubt but i think to say she is manipulative or seductive or whatever is unfair. Boris chose to stick his thing to her.

It was probably too dark in there, Boris didnt know where he was sticking it. Hence the confusion