They Wrote It That My Moustache Was

Your Game Is Only As Good As Your Second Serve

That Match Was Late Evening And I Had The Experience Of The Electricity Of The Centre Court Because It Was Packed, A Full House For The Whole Match. It Had Been A Great Year For Me, First Time There And I Had The Full Taste Of Wimbledon.

By The Time I Got To The Hospital, I Certainly Realised That I Had A Problem Because I Couldn't Write Or Print At That Time, Which Lasted Luckily Only About Four Months. I'd Gone Numb Here And On My Tongue And The Right Foot A Little Bit.

At Wimbledon, The Ladies Are Simply The Candles On The Cake.

You Know, I Eat, I Ate Pretty Well Anyway So, I'm Basically Living The Same, I Just Curtailed The Stupidity.