You would have thought after all I have done - my surprise wild card entry to Wimbledon this year; my subsequent tussle for recognition with the guys in the locker room; my ‘back-to-the-wall’ heroic endeavours against the forces of bureaucratic inertia; my radical stance against Hawkeye, BBGs and the state of the grass; and ultimately … Continue reading Confessions of an ageing tennis player: Gutted. Roasted. Fuming.
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you all. I can’t believe that this afternoon has ended in such a thrilling style, with so many decisive moments, nerve tingling decisions, and life changing choices. Novi was an incredible opponent this afternoon, but I agree with him when he says the best … Continue reading Confessions of an ageing tennis player: I AM Andy Murray and have beaten Roger Federer (albeit vicariously)
Prologue: one day I will play Roger Federer and beat Him. When I was younger I used to watch the tennis on the TV and especially the guys like McEnroe, Borg and Nastase. Round about Wimbledon time, my brother Alex and I would play a kind of tennis out on our grandfather’s lawn. I would … Continue reading Confessions of an ageing tennis player: the Real Andy Murray Story.