Chapter Text
Rackets Striking Tennis Ball]
[Striking Continues]
[Crowd Exclaims]
[Man Narrating]
We all start off in life
with a dream, don't we?
For a tennis player,
it's being in the final
of the Grand Slam...
center court, a high lob,
a smash.
Game, set and match...
you're a champion.
- [Crowd Cheering]
- You're number one.
But for most tennis players,
that's all it ever is... a dream.
The reality is another story...
my story.
You see that good-looking fella?
No, not the kid in white.
The other, tired, good-looking fella.
Yeah. Him.
Well, that's me.
British Davis Cup a long time ago.
Two singles titles even longer ago.
Presently ranked th in the world.
[Ball Bounces]
Sport is cruel.
[Umpire Speaking French]
Now, I know it doesn't
sound too bad.
Four million tennis players in the world,
and I'm th.
But what that really means is this...
guys out there are faster,
stronger, better and younger.
And it gets you thinking.