“We have a guy from Switzerland who is just playing the game in a way I haven’t seen anyone – and I mean anyone – play before.”

I don’t really care what the man on the street thinks. I never did anything to please him in the first place, and I’m not going to start now.

I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.

So this is it. Match point for eternity.

The fifth set is not about tennis, it’s about nerves.

The boys are so powerful off of the baseline now that they don’t have to come to the net to finish points. That’s the reason we went to the net. To finish the point. Nowadays, even the big guys can hit winners four feet behind the baseline.

A few years after my first son was born, he wanted to know how we chose his name, so I began reading him the story of Noah’s Ark.

How fortunate we are to be able to see that. If he stays healthy and motivated – and the wonderful feel he has stays with him – he is the kind of guy who can overtake the greatest.

I didn’t start a war. Nobody died.

When you are thrown onto the stage at 17 in such an enormous way, it becomes living on the edge because every step you take, every word you speak, every action you do becomes headline news. And it became, for me, life or death.

Winning is a way of expressing yourself.

I haven’t lost a war. No one got killed. I just lost a tennis match.