I used to play tennis once a year while on holiday. Though if you happen to be strolling by when I’m on court, you’d be unsure for quite some time that the spectacle has anything to do with what you see at Wimbledon because I am utter rubbish.
 
In my youth I learned that the best thing you could do in a game of tennis was develop an almighty serve. Accuracy was irrelevant because if you hit the ball at the same velocity as a right hook from Mike Tyson then the poor bugger on the other side of the net could not return it…………….and therefore I didn’t have to run around.
 
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