You lean over slightly, toe close to the baseline. You bounce the ball down onto the court; it bounces back up into your hand. You look up, across the net, staring your opponent in the eye. He stares right back. Continue reading Psychology and tennis: Old man Federer does it again
I lay there on my sofa early Sunday morning, flu-ridden, back aching, both contributing to my insomnia, as I fruitlessly wished for a cure for all three.
I’m always hesitant to label an athlete the best to ever play his sport