Watching the world’s best is bad for my tennis. Perfection unreachable. Every year – Always like never before, mind the gap between the professional and the wanna be. Thurs after Wimbledon. Third time back on court. Maybe it’s the coaching
The impact cushioned by the fresh grass court, offering nothing back that could be described as a bounce. I wave my racket in apology, grateful for the slice of luck. The tie break. Love them or hate them they are
There is room for optimism If February was all about getting back to competition and preparing for the season ahead. March has been like sitting in a draughty wet waiting room waiting for a delayed train to arrive. Yes, there
A beautiful sunny morning, with only a light breeze. Most other courts in use as well. It’s how I would imagine a perfect day to begin.
I had initially downplayed the win. Now my brain is saying be proud and I gain a little spring to my step. Mon 30th May British Clay Court Championships – West Hants Club, Bournemouth. A 46 player draw for the
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