What you mentioned there Garth about the difference in attitude towards tennis over on my side of the Tasman made me think how common the game was part of my life in Australia. We had some tennis courts, complete with lights, that were used practically nonstop and rarely, if ever, were vandalised. My high school had a tennis team that did very well. My brother had a thing for tennis and played competitively for the local tennis club. That was the same club that Australian professional tennis player Alice Molik played for, who was a primary school friend of my sister's. My family is only two steps away from Lleyton Hewitt, who as a child lived next door to a lovely Macedonian family (friends of ours, of course), the mother of which would look often treat her little "Leytonche" to plenty of Macedonian food.
Nah, I was too busy sourcing anything Eastern European to bother with that. As for surfing, that was my uncle, who at age 18 scandalously ran away to Queensland to catch that ultimate wave and has been there ever since.
Game, set and match!
What you mentioned there Garth about the difference in attitude towards tennis over on my side of the Tasman made me think how common the game was part of my life in Australia. We had some tennis courts, complete with lights, that were used practically nonstop and rarely, if ever, were vandalised. My high school had a tennis team that did very well. My brother had a thing for tennis and played competitively for the local tennis club. That was the same club that Australian professional tennis player Alice Molik played for, who was a primary school friend of my sister's. My family is only two steps away from Lleyton Hewitt, who as a child lived next door to a lovely Macedonian family (friends of ours, of course), the mother of which would look often treat her little "Leytonche" to plenty of Macedonian food.
I did wonder when writing if you were one of those Oz kids who played tennis. Or surfed?
Nah, I was too busy sourcing anything Eastern European to bother with that. As for surfing, that was my uncle, who at age 18 scandalously ran away to Queensland to catch that ultimate wave and has been there ever since.