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On The Beach

2011-08-19T05:10:00.000-07:00

Hope you've had a good summer everyone. For one reason or another I didn't get away and had to make do with North Berwick or my back garden (one of Scotland's best kept secrets).

Anyhow, on my main home today, I stopped off at the car wash - yes I lead an exciting life! It's one of those places where, for 10 minutes, there's not much you can do, apart from scratch your nose and delete your text messages. Bit like the laundrette I suppose. However, as I sat down in the forecourt, the sun emerged from behind the clouds and it felt warm - perhaps even a blistering 16 degrees. So I sat there in repose and pretended I was on a sun-kissed beach nurtured by the sounds of distance waves (that was the power spray against my hub caps) and warm sand between my toes. I was struggling a bit with the G & T and leggy blonde but it was a pleasant moment.

I am a great believer in visualisation, which despite the word is nothing complex or dramatic. It is merely replacing a negative thought with a positive one. So if you worry about double faulting, take a couple of deep breaths before your second serve, bounce the ball a few times, and picture the ball going over the net and in. It works - honestly.

Here's something else to try which wont embarrass the neighbours. Next time you step out the door, walk slowly, breathe deeply, and picture yourself as tall and handsome / beautiful (which you may well be!) If you feel fantastic, please send me a cheque for £100..............ok just joking.

Enjoy the rest of your summer.

They think it's all over....

2011-07-05T03:59:00.000-07:00

Well it is -that's the SW19 extravaganza over for another year.

I had the good fortune to have tickets for the Centre Court on the middle Saturday - not the Royal Box I hasten to add. Nevertheless I was able to admire Sue Barker's trouser suit from a distance, plus Woz, Federer, Bagdatis and the alternative Scotsman Novak Jock O'Vitch (a Brit champion to keep the media happy for another 75 years)

Ok, hands up, he is really Serbian but he was a skier at one time, which makes him a bit Scottish, and he eats grass which we all do up here - when we're not getting stuck into haggis and deep fried Mars Bars.

Some unique celebrations came to the fore this year, apart from eating the Centre Court. I have tried out Tsonga's war dance without any painful damage - but I draw a line at going flat on my back at the end of each match. Apart from the washing implications, I would need a lot of rolling around and kicking to get back up with any dignity.

Forty years ago, players shook hands and said "jolly good show" (Virginia still does it) and sometimes the gentlemen jumped over the net - an amazing feat in long trooosers. In those days the ladies wore frilly knickers.......ok enough enough.

Last thought for Wimbledon - well done Andy - like Jo Wilfred you entertained us - and that's what its all about!

Here Comes Summer!

2011-02-27T01:50:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone

Welcome back to my blog page. Well it's not quite summer but good to play outdoors again. Halfway through December we were beginning to doubt whether our outdoors courts would ever reappear.
It's certainly the worst snow I can remember since 1947 - yes I was around then but oblivious to snow drifts. My only concern was the supplies of Cow & Gate.
Enjoy the sunshine!

First Class

2010-10-12T04:20:00.000-07:00

I was at a 'celebration of life' yesterday - one of these occasions when a minute's applause would be more appropriate than silence.

John Beirne lived life to the full, a charming, witty man, a great raconteur, but also caring and compassionate. In fact all the qualities of a first class tennis coach - which he was.

My attendance there relied on Flybe doing Edinburgh to Southampton in an hour, foot hard down, followed by a hair-raising taxi ride on the M27. Even then I was 7 minutes late for 'kick off' and did a Hugh Grant / 4 Weddings entry into Romsey Abbey, which by the way has the creakiest back door on the planet.

But it was certainly worth it - and to share the occasion with special friends.

I am off to see family in Connecticut tomorrow. If anyone fancies breaking into my home in my absence, I have a very big son living there, plus a dog who chews ankles for supper.

Now I don't want to reveal any personal things here, but there are 5++ daily text messages I'm going to miss - may well suffer serious withdrawl symptoms!!

PS One of John's sayings at a social gathering was "I'm seriously at risk of enjoying myself". What a great advert for life!

Dirty Dancing

2010-09-08T03:57:00.000-07:00

Yeah you're right - there's nothing like an eye catching title to attract attention!

Anyhow I was a bit disappointed when the 'celebrities' for the new Strictly were announced yesterday - thought I had a fair shout to be honest. I always feel equal rejection when I'm missed out in the New Year's honours list, or Scotland 50 most 'eligibles' - I mean what more have I got to do!

I've always fancied my prowess as a potential John Travolta, although any attempt at the passadouble is likely to put me in plaster. In reality, I would probably fall into the John Sergeant category and end up dragging my partner round the dance floor.

I've always reckoned that Michael Jackson or Fred Astaire (or even Elvis) would have made fine tennis players on the basis of their footwork alone. Tennis is more of a 'moving' game than a 'hitting' game. If you're not in the right position, then no matter how good your technique, you will struggle to control your shot.

So there you are folks - forget grips, slices and topspin, put on your dancin' shoes!

My tip for Strictly - well Paul Daniels could be a tricky customer, but what about Felicity Kendall, former belly dancer, or Michelle Williams (she is some mover).

Welcome to the fall!

Standing On Your Head

2010-08-02T00:40:00.000-07:00

There is a lot of mystique - and misunderstanding - about yoga.

Most think it's all about 'oms' and chanting - and standing for hours on end in unnatural poses.

I started doing yoga a few years ago, the idea being to slow down in an increasingly hectic life style. Can your relate to that? Most of us can - the pace of life has never been faster.
What surprised me - at the ripe old age of whatever I am - my tennis confidence began to improve. I also found I was moving better on court.

Have you ever watched Kim Clijsters movement on the baseline. Her centre of gravity is so low she can do the 'splits' and recover for the next shot. It seems almost unnatural - inviting all sorts of painful injuries. It was only recently I read she has been doing yoga from the age of 17.

Like Andy Murray, she practises Bikram yoga - 26 poses done in a minimum temperature of 105 degrees f. If this sounds a good idea to you, dont play around with the central heating - you could end up with massive gas bills and peeling wallpaper.

But yoga is all about breathing - and you don't need a hothouse to do it. When I'm stuck at traffic lights - a regular occurrence for most of us - I try to be aware of my breathing. It's amazing how calming it can be - and it passes the time!

Ps I have never actually stood on my head - well not literally!

Dont Panic!

2010-06-13T01:17:00.000-07:00

The other night I was wakened from a blissful sleep by a nerve shattering ringing noise. I thumped my alarm clock a couple of times to no avail, then looked at the time.

It was 1 o'clock in the morning. I was in an hotel room and the incessant ringing was the fire alarm. I've had a bit of training in fire evacuation in the past and, believe you me, if I'd smelled smoke, I would have been tieing sheets together and bailing out the window. I've seen too many blockbuster movies to hang around combing my hair and selecting my wardrobe.

So I raced down the stairs with the bare essentials - grateful that I was wearing my best boxers - and joined a gaggle of confused and half asleep residents in the hotel car park. There was fortunately no billowing of smoke or people hanging from window ledges. As it turned out, a romantic couple had decided to light a candle to finish a perfect evening - and ended up having a rapid cool down in the car park.

So the group of ladies on a 50's hen night trundled back to their rooms and fell asleep dreaming of hunky firemen with long hoses (where were they as a matter of interest!) - and I scoured about 100 channels on the telly hoping (in vain) to find something interesting to watch.

So that was my bit of 'excitement' for the weekend - absolutely nothing to do with tennis, but was delighted at my turn of speed at getting from the 3rd floor to reception.

Just a little word of sympathy this morning for the England goalkeeper. If you make a mistake at tennis, you could lose a game, or even a set, but poor Rob Green will be remembered forever for his little fumble.

At least it's not as bad as Tiger who will be remembered for many little fumbles!

Have a good summer!

A Little Bit of Rough

2010-04-30T23:58:00.000-07:00

Welcome to summer!

I've noticed around these parts that, the moment the sun comes out, the roads are jam packed with 'roofless' cars. Where they hide over the winter goodness knows! Despite the trendy shades and baseball caps, most of the drivers fall into the middle age bracket, and arguably going through a crisis. Ah now I can identify with that!

One big advantage of a hatchback is that when you hit a pothole, your head doesn't bounce off the car roof. I don't know about you, but my whole driving ethos these days is swerving and manoeuvring round speed bumps, pot-holes and patches of road like the back-end of the moon.

Talking about rough patches, Andy Murray is on a real slide at the moment - well according to the press anyhow who have written him off into the annals of 'nearly but never made it'. But if you look into the careers of 'greats' like McEnroe, Becker, even the almighty Federer, they all went through bad times, and came out the other side. And what about Tiger - he certainly knows what a bit of rough is!

So what do you do if your own tennis (or any other part of your life) is going through a bad patch. Well perhaps it's not wise to over analyse it - you can't be on top of your game all of the time. Sometimes it's good to have a few 'diversions' - like playing golf or doing some yoga - to help restore your mental balance. It's also good to have feel good things and morale boosters - like buying new shoes or a nice shirt.

That's why I have two wardrobes full of shirts!

Enjoy the sunshine.

On The Lips....

2010-04-06T01:21:00.000-07:00

Hi Everyone

For those of you who tune into my blog and wonder what happened to March - well I haven't done a runner, or gone off with somebody's mother (a constant temptation!)

No, for those of you who haven't seen the photos, I spent a fair whack of March in the upper reaches of Thailand. To get there, I had a 12 hour flight to Bangkok, followed by another 12 hours overnight by train, then another 4 overland to the banks of the Mekong river. It was worth it - every minute - to attend my son's wedding, a truly memorable occasion.

Lucky you, I hear you say, when much of the UK was up to eyeballs in snow.

Now you might be reading this on the basis of the Title, which suggests something a bit more stimulating than a cross-court forehand. Well you're right - the best bit comes next...............

To recover from the rigours of travel, I chose to have a week in Koh Samui, which is an island paradise an hour's flight from Bangkok. By the way, it's worth taking a flight there just to see the airport which is a paradise in itself.

My hotel was on the main street in Chaweng where all sorts of things were on offer ..........so being a mature westerner on his own (trying desparately not to look like a tourist) I was a prime target for every taxi driver, tailor, or anyone else trying to sell their wares.

You might want to close your eyes for the next bit - or turn the volume down.

Returning innocently to my hotel one evening, I was aware of a lady in a lovely red outfit entering my personal space. My hands immediately shot down to protect my assets (wallet & mobile phone) but I was caught unawares. She wasn't going down the middle - she was going crosscourt. Her lips slapped against mine - and stayed there long enough to play the opening stanza of Flower of Scotland. Now on reflection, thinking back, perhaps I should have enjoyed the moment. But instead I fled back to my hotel and went through half a tube of Colgate Ultra Sensitive followed by a quarter bottle of Johnny Walker from the fridge.

Now you'll be glad to know, no symptoms of malaria, tetanus, yellow fever or foot and mouth have developed since my return.

Phew, another lucky escape..........................

Hope you had a good Easter

Colin

Middle Man

2010-02-03T23:55:00.000-08:00

Well that's it at long last. Switzerland's 6 month wait for a 'Grand Slam' trophy is finally over. They were 'dancing in the streets' of Berne on Sunday morning - whilst poor Andy retreated to his cave in the Highlands, with only tears for souvenirs.

Roger Federer is a phenomenal tennis player, but there's something about him that makes me want to punch him on the nose. Apart from being iritatingly good looking, he has a lovely wife, millions in his Swiss bank, his own cosmetic range, a gold rimmed kit bag, and speaks four different languages. To compound it all, he has even stolen the heart of my favourite rally partner - well that's another story!

On Monday morning, blearly eyed and still battle fatigued, I turned on Radio 2 just as Chris Evans was announcing to the nation that the great man has a flaw. Yes - Mr Perfect Federer has got a bit of a tummy. Of course, when he changed shirts after the 2nd set in Melbourne, all females eyes on the planet were honed in on his Amazon chest - I wonder if he combs it (oops touch of jealousy there) - but the Swiss roll round his middle was there for all to see.

Now I'm going to stop all this churlish talk - but remain focused on Roger's middle. One of the reason's the world's greatest never gets hurt is because he is so perfectly balanced. Have you noticed how he glides across the court. He has "dynamic balance" - the ability to keep his centre of gravity inside his base of support (the area between his feet) even when stretched to play a shot. As tennis players, it's something we can all learn from, even by just keeping our feet slightly wider apart and bending our knees.

As for Andy - well only tough guys cry (I have a Masters degree in it) and one day he'll slip under the radar and win a Slam - when nobody's watching. Aye, right!!

Ps Did you notice the stain on RF's white linen jacket?

Pps Speaking of Chris Evans, you probably don't read my blog Christoff but thanks for playing my favourite song every Monday morning.

Big Snow

2010-01-10T07:04:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the New Year!

Ok I'm a bit late - but the last couple of weeks has been something else!

My normal route into Edinburgh takes me past the courts at Mortonhall. People of all ages play there in wind, rain, storm and tempest, 24/7, every month of the year. Foolhardy perhaps but I admire them for their stoic perseverance, their courage in the face of adversity, their strength of character -well you get my drift. Call me a wimp if you wish but, at this time of year, I'm happier with a smooth dry surface and a roof over my head.

Over the past 10 days, the courts at Mortonhall have been empty. You can play in all weathers but you can't when you are up to the eye balls in snow - and we've had the white stuff in abundance since Christmas. Great if your hobby is skiing, sledging or sitting in front of the telly. Not so good if you are a tennis player.

Take heart. Today the temperature leapt to 3.5 degrees (almost shorts and T shirt weather). The days are definitely getting longer - Spring is not that far off.

Have a good 2010 all you tennis addicts out there - and roll on those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

Mistletoe and Wine?

2009-12-18T11:50:00.000-08:00

This time of year can be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster and I was feeling distinctly 'wobbly' the other morning when I took Toff to the vet for her MOT.

I was half expecting a reprimand for weight gain (the dog - not me!) but as it turned out she was deemed to be in excellent health with a 'wonderful' heart for her age. Ah now I know where she gets that from!

For a brief moment I was tempted to throw my arms round the vet in gratitude and give her a smacker on the cheek. On the basis that she had a needle in her hand (and looked about 15) , I decided against it - but it was a close thing.

This is a strange time of year - and for those who are apart from loved ones, or experiencing hard times, it can be a very sad period. Andre Agassi once described playing tennis as "the closest thing to solitary confinement" and Christmas can be like that for many people.

Of course Andre was referring to the times when things were going against him - something Amelie Mauresmo experienced so often in the French Open. In these circumstances, the tennis court can be a very lonely place.

In reality, life is not always as it appears to be and that certainly applies at Christmas.

Thank-you everyone who has sent me cards or gifts - each one is special and appreciated.
May 2010 bring you good fortune and happy times, on and off the court.

Colin

Chalk Flew Up .......

2009-11-21T00:41:00.000-08:00

Last week, a certain talented footballer by the name of Thierry Henry decided to have a game of 'keepie uppie' whilst playing for France against Ireland. The only problem was he used his hands instead of his feet - which of course is cheating. Worse still, the goal that followed knocked the Irish out of the World Cup.

Now I don't know what the referee is doing this weekend, but I reckon he should be heading for his nearest Specsavers.

Where I come from, football referees are either brainless, or blind, but of course I am a Hearts supporter!

Now we all know what John McEnroe thinks of tennis umpires, although he has mellowed over the years. But even the most courteous and mild mannered tennis pros have had aberrations over line calls. Back in 2001, Andy Roddick had a total meltdown in the US Open and lost the final set against Lleyton Hewitt. More recently, Serena Williams lost the plot after being foot-faulted and, in Miami, Roger 'the Gentleman' Federer smashed his best racket into a thousand pieces.

The question is - what should you do if you've had a bad line call, or even worse a few them in a row. Well, first thing to remember is that umpires don't cheat, nor do the vast majority of players. So you've got to let it go very quickly - if you become heated or frustrated, or dwell on things, then you're playing into the hands of your opponent, and will lose the match.

So it's best just to focus on the next point, take a few deep breaths, and repeat to yourself "I am in control".

Man - you cannot be serious............

Repeat After Me..........

2009-10-30T00:42:00.000-07:00

For those of you who don't know Edinburgh, a beautiful parkland lies to the south of the city centre called The Meadows.

I often walk up Middle Meadow Walk to the city, and just where various paths intersect, there is a Big Issue seller. Now you actually hear him about 100 metres away with his cry of "Can I interest you in the Big Issue". However, because he repeats this call at least twice a minute, to the uninformed it sounds more like "in stress you in big shoe" - so you might think he's some sort of footwear specialist.

In Dundee, in the 60's, I recall a dusky man in a grey raincoat and bonnet, who stood at the foot of Reform Street. Every few seconds he would shout "Telly Telly Graf". Now you might think he was announcing the arrival of Steffi on the tennis scene - but in fact he was selling the Dundee Evening Telegraph.

I once read that if you stood in front of a mirror and repeated "you are so handsome" over and over again then eventually you would look like George Clooney. Well it's not worked for me so far but I do believe in this theory.

Psychological research has shown that repetitive negative self talk is associated with losing. So in tennis, there is great value in repeating to yourself that you are a fine player, rather than constantly thinking "my backhand is rubbish". In simple terms don't think what you mustn't do or shouldn't do - think what you "could", "can" or "will" do!!

So for the guys out there, repeat after me...............

"I can serve like Federer!"

"I can hit forehands like Federer"

"I have a bank balance like Federer"

Ah now we're dreaming......................

Do you need a bag?

2009-09-28T00:17:00.000-07:00

The other day, on opening the car boot outside the tennis centre, I was hit by a sudden gust of wind.

Such was the velocity, two extremely precious Marks & Spencer carrier bags took off and sped across the car park.

Now not too long ago, realising I would have to cough up 5p x 2, I would been off after them at high speed, leaping over cars or any other obstacle in the process. This time, however, I waved them good-bye, hoping they would find a good home somewhere down by Leith docks (that's where they were heading!)

On the tennis court, when one because less fleet of foot, there has to be an acceptance that you can't chase down balls as you did in your 20's

Have you ever watched skilled 'senior' players and wondered why they never do any running yet seem to get to every shot? Well here's the secret. Smart players move while the ball is on the other side of the net - they anticipate the return and get into position early.

As your mobility decreases, it is also essential that you shrink the court. This means playing more balls in mid court, hitting deep angles volleys, drop shots or anything else in your repertoire. But don't get stranded in 'no person's land' (very pc!) in doubles, leaving your partner scuttling around the baseline.

The one real problematic shot is the ball that lands at your feet. As a spotty teenager, you would let it bounce then charge after it to the back of the court. As elegant seniors, we don't want to do that - instead we should take the ball on the rise, as a short hop or half vollley.

The secret of this shot is to bend your knees and stay low throughtout the stroke (the sounds of the ball hitting the court followed by the racket contacting the ball should be almost simultaneous). This shot requires little effort - but a lot of practice!

So think variety, placement and accuracy - and save your feet for the late night dancin'!

Man or Woman

2009-08-21T23:34:00.000-07:00

Have you been following the story about a certain Caster Semenya, the new women's world 800 metres champion. Such was the wide margin of her victory, those in 'authority' thought she must be a man.

Now I've been accused of many things in my time but never been mistaken for the opposite sex - though in a senior moment I did once stray into the ladies changing room in our local sports centre. The fact that several scantily glad young ladies ignored me totally did little for my ego!

Now whilst on the subject of gender dubiety, during a visit to New York last February, I was picked up by a 'female' taxi driver outside Grand Central Station. Looks wise, she could have been Charles Bronson's twin. Driving wise, she must have trained on Blackpool's dodgem cars. During the short journey down a packed 5th Avenue, our speed got up to 70 mph and we had numerous 'near misses' , including several innocent pedestrians trying to cross the road.

She was probably aged around 35 but looked 75, having spent her working life with a pulse rate around 130. But she was female, there was no doubt about that!

I am tempted at this point to bring my 'mother-in-law' into the equation but wont!

However, whilst still on dangerous ground, can I just mention the two top ladies tennis players in the world - Serena and Safina. Now there is no doubting their sexuality, but both are built like tanks and have muscles straight from the front page of Men's Health magazine.

The big difference is that they are both supreme athletes, in comparison with the jam doughnut days of the 60's and 70's..............

Before naming names, I will stop right here whilst I still have an exit!

Sounds of Silence

2009-07-13T00:05:00.000-07:00

Well folks that's the big extravaganza over for another year - finishing on a superb mens final, which was the perfect advert for tennis.

In contrast, we had the ladies final no-one really wanted. With all due respect to their respective tennis abilities, having the same two sisters yet again slogging it out on the final Saturday is not compulsive viewing.

Then of course this year we had to contend with a further raising of the decibels - I would reckon that Victoria Azarenka creates a health and safety issue - for the crowd.

One has got to ask the question - how does Roger Federer play such magnificent tennis without shrieking every time he hits the ball. The answer of course is simple - it is unnecessary.

Having said there, there is an important place for correct breathing techniques on court - and experts recommend an exhalation as you make contact with the ball. But it should be relaxed, like a sigh, and start before and continue long past contact. A scream, or shriek, is tense and restrictive and just adds to your inner stress in tight situations.

In contrast, quiet deep breathing is a very useful tool, especially as a preparation to serving at vital points, or at change-overs between games.

So what other sounds will you remember form Wimbledon 2009. Well in my opinion, the 1977 Virginia is well past her 'use by' date - her voice irritates (or is it just me!). In contrast John Lloyd, Andrew Castle, Tracy Austin and Andy's mum are first class and have enhanced BBC's excellent coverage throughout the fortnight.

My final prediction for Wimbledon is that rain will never again fall on SW19 during July.

Shame about the roof.

Wombledon

2009-06-18T11:47:00.000-07:00

Yes - its that time of year again.

Even though you cannot differentiate between a tennis racket and the backend of a shovel, Wimbledon will be the hot topic for the next two weeks (might even knock ministerial expenses off it's perch)

One dead certainty is that we wont see a drop of rain. That's because the Centre Court has a sliding roof to keep out the weather - sods law will dictate that we have a fortnight of unbroken sunshine.

The other 'certainty', according to the tabloids, is that a certain Andrew Murray will be holding the championship trophy aloft in a couple of weeks time.

Now if they were to move Wimbledon from SW19 to EH25 then Andy would walk it. (the media razzmatazz would never venture north of Hadrian's Wall)

Or - if AM was able to hide in his grandmother's loft between now and the final - with the odd appearance on court - then I'm sure he would be dancing with Serena (my tip for the ladies) at the Championship ball.

One final 'or' - this is a bit more technical - if he were to maintain a 1st service success rate of over 70 per cent, then I reckon he would be the champion.

However, my prediction is that an unseeded player will have a 'stormer' against him and exit Andy round 3 or 4. Just hope I'm proved wrong.

One thing certain, he will entertain - and that's what Wimbledon is all about.

Ouch......

2009-05-08T04:52:00.000-07:00

Ok - you know the situation - you're watching the 9 o'clock news and you're warned - "some of you might find these pictures disturbing". What happens? You're compulsively glued to the screen, unable to divert your eyes as the horrors unfold.

Well the following scenario has bits that might make you squeamish - so look away now!

There is a modern shot in tennis often referred to as the SOS, or emergency forehand. Basically, you're trying to return an extremely wide ball on your forehand side. In days gone by, you would have resorted to a lob, giving you some recovery time.

These days, many of the pros change to a continental grip and hit downwards, like slicing a water melon. The advantage is your return will remain low over the net, often forcing your opponent to err on the volley. To make the shot, there is a need to stretch your hitting arm and legs to their limit (bit like Inspector Gadget). Kim Clijsters used to perform the splits - not something to try yourself without full medical insurance!

It is basically a squash shot - and Roger Federer for example is very good at it.

Now if you look at Roger's torso then compare it with mine - well enough said. (as an aside my favourite rally partner keeps a picture of Mrs Federer's semi-naked husband on her office desk!)

But a week past Saturday, whilst playing social doubles, I attempted to emulate Roger's SOS forehand and felt a twang in my upper arm. At this stage I should have done an Andy Murray i.e. screamed out and rolled around in agony (sorry Andy). But I played on like the hero I am, with stiff upper lip (and bendy lower arm).

Are you still reading - or have you fainted?

It was only when I got home and couldn't move my thumb that I declared - "Houston we have a problem"

Now I'm going to spare you many of the ensuing dramatic details - including inability to do lots of things, including scratching my bum (Nadal take note). But I have damage to the radial joint - with a bit of "itis" (with all due respect to Zorba, the Greeks are to blame for most things!) Consequently my tennis playing has come to a halt - and I'm frustrated and, being a man, often grumpy.

However, today I went to B...s the chemist to buy a support bandage, to allow me to start doing some things I'd stopped doing.

Thank-you B...ts assistant for being lovely and also taking the time to measure my wrist and put on the bandage. (I think I would've had to stand on my head , like Mr Bean, to do it myself).

I won't be attemping that shot again - but I will defintely go back to B....s!

Glasgow kiss

2009-04-14T04:08:00.000-07:00

Ok you drivers out there. You will recognise this situation I'm sure.

You are patiently sitting in a long queue of traffic edging forward to a set of traffic lights. In the mirror you spot a car, generally long slung driven by a hairy youth sporting orange shades , screaming down your inside. On go the indicators and he forces his battered offside wing into the front of the queue.

Have you noticed that the same tactics are never employed in the check out line at Tescos.
If someone tried this on they would be politely told where to go - i.e. the end of the queue.

In certain parts of the UK, any abuse of territory is generally met with a punch on the nose - or a phenomenon which originated in the west of Scotland called a "Glasgow Kiss". Now you are probably aware that certain animal species employ head butting during courtship. In Glasgow "pittin the heid on someone" has no loving intentions. It's designed to rapidly put your lights out.

When I first trained as a tennis coach (in the days when Virginia wore frilly knickers), we told pupils to 'punch' their volleys. This is still effective with a slow ball at shoulder height - but in the modern game groundstrokes are hit with much more power and there's not enough time for the 'classic' volley.

It's better to use a 'block' rather than a punch, keeping a firm grip on the racket handle and squeezing it with your ring and small finger (keeping your elbow near to the body). In this way there is little movement of the racket head, but you're using the speed of the incoming ball to gain power.

So there we are folks - that's my little piece of advice for today.

Keep in line....... and don't follow through with your head when kissin' your better half good-bye!

Stage fright

2009-03-01T01:25:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago I was flying into New York (as one does these days!) when the captain announced that bad weather was ahead. For the next twenty minutes we suffered a concoction of jars, vibrations, shudders and bangs as we descended precariously over Manhattan island.

Now the majority on the flight were sticking to a 'dead cool' exterior - while the more honest were either squealing out in fear or clinging to their arm rests and silently praying we didn't end up in the Hudson river.

Now I would reckon the only 'unconcerned' people on the plane were the flight crew. They had experienced all this stuff before - it was all part of their normal working day.

Back to ground level.

Why is it that we can play great fluent tennis on a social Saturday afternoon - then when it comes to matchplay our feet are glued to the ground and nothing works for us. It's the stage fright syndrome - it's happened to us all

Well of course if you were like the Continental crew and doing it every day, then playing a match, no more how important, wouldn't put you up nor down (oops). You could then focus entirely on how to win rather than controlling your jangling nerves or fear of messing things up.

Now here's a little suggestion.

Every time you play a game, visualise being surrounded by a large crowd of spectators. Regard it as the most important game of your life, with millions at stake. Play vital set or match points in games that in reality don't matter a hoot.

It will get you used to the big stage - so that when matches come along you will have done it all before!

It really does work!

In The Zone

2009-02-01T01:26:00.000-08:00

All our world leaders are gathered this weekend in Davos, Switzerland, to discuss our money, or what's left of it.

Quite why they choose Davos, which is Europe's highest town, cut off from humanity and up to the eyeballs in snow, well who knows.

As a quick aside, a very dear friend of mine is in 'love' with one of the greatest Swiss of all time, Roger Federer. With his looks, bank balance and tennis skills who can blame her. I must confess I don't have any deep feelings for Roger but I do have a great love for Switzerland and look for any excuse to go there.

So it was in the summer of 2001 when I flew into Zurich and boarded a train, destination Davos and St Moritz. Of course the trains in Switzerland are a joy - they pass through some of the most beautiful scenery in the world, along the side of mountains and through v shaped valleys - and always precisely on time!

Now hang on to this story because it starts to get exciting. As a result of a total aberattion, near to Davos I got off the train a stop too early. To my consternation, I found myself in a Swiss outpost, deep in a forest, with a few log cabins and not a sign of humanity. However, being a fully trained and experienced Boy Scout there was no panic - but instead I set off through the forest along the side of the narrow gauge railroad. At one point I had to cross a 400 m bridge suspended in the clouds, with only a handrail to stop me from tumbling into the deep ravine below.

It was all a bit scary and I was totally outwith my comfort zone - but it was a truly exhilarating experience and one I wont forget.

Now my point here is that, to get the greatest stimulation in life, it is very worthwhile to venture out of our self imposed comfort zones. It might be something simple - like changing your hair style (I'm still working on that one!)

On the tennis court we can become predictable, and therefore too easy to be read by our opponents. It is often a good idea to mix things up (Andy Murray is an excellent exponent) perhaps by varying your speed and direction or even slipping in a few 'trick' shots. Even though it doesn't come off, when it does it's a blast!! (had to fit that word in somewhere!)

A word of warning for you guys out there. I would go easy on hitting shots through your legs. You could end up in a hospital bed - or singing in the Luton girls' choir!

So here's my final thought for today folks. Ships are safe in harbour but that's not what they are designed for.

Go for it!

Walk Tall

2008-12-26T09:32:00.000-08:00

I was heading for work the other day when I saw a car in front without a driver. Now that is seriously scary so, being the hero I am, I drew up alongside, hoping to perform some sort of RAF rescue mission.

As it turned out, the driver was barely 4 ft 2 inch tall, and aged around 102 years.

Without going into detail, over the past couple of weeks life has not been too kind to me. Consequently, I seemed to have slipped further and further down the driving seat - to the outside observer I probably portray some sort of middle aged boy racer - or perhaps the "driverless car" as described above.

It's true that when life gets a bit tough we tend to slouch, almost as if we are carrying the world on our shoulders. The same of course applies on the tennis court when we are having a bad day.

Away before my time, an Irish singer called Val Doonican sat on a rocking chair and and told us to "walk tall, walk straight and look the world right in the eye". Wise words indeed. (He also wore a knitted cardigan which I wouldn't risk unless your name's Federer).

Have you ever noticed the way that World no 3 Novak Djokovic moves about court. His posture is superb, portraying an air of confidence and assurance, even when losing. Maria Sharapova is the same.

So here's my tip as we move into a new year. Between points, visualise yourself as Djokovic or Sharapova, with a straight back and an air of confidence. It can work wonders for your game (and indeed your whole outlook in life)

All the best everyone for 2009

Memories of La Manga

2008-11-01T13:19:00.000-07:00

Hi folks

I was playing tennis this afternoon - outdoors!

For those of you south of the border who think Scotland is engulfed in snow drifts from October to March this may come as a surprise.

Ok the Nadal shorts didn't make an appearance but it was pleasantly warm until the sun settled over the Edinburgh skyline late in the afternoon.

This is in sharp contrast to a week I spent in La Manga in September when it rained for five days. La Manga is in Spain by the way, where it should be warm and dry, with endless days of sunshine.

And yes you've guessed it - was a lovely week in Scotland

It's an old and well worn cliche - but there's no place like home!

Mint Murray

2008-09-08T04:04:00.000-07:00

Well I guess it can't come any better!

Murray going head to head with Nadal - and beating him at his own game. It was sensational tennis to watch - the penultimate point the best Andy Murray has played in his career to date.

So tonight you have a choice between a rough Scotsman and a smooth Swiss.

However (as things stand at the moment), if you don't have Sky, at 10 tonight you will watching Harry & Paul (repeat) followed by Jeremy Paxton (who remains clueless about anything north of Hadrians Wall!)

What an extraordinary lack of vision by the BBC. Perhaps they failed to see this coming - just like the USTA who were the only people on the planet who didn't see Tropical Storm Hanna heading for New York on Saturday.

Now if it had been Tim.............no don't go there!

Let's hope Andy Murray continues his tennis genius against Roger Federer - with all Britain solidly behind him.

Spot of bother

2008-09-04T12:32:00.000-07:00

On getting up the other morning, I looked in the mirror and there was Oliver Reed staring back at me (as he used to look after a long weekend spent in the company of friends!). However, instead of having two red eyes, I had but the one.

Now I do spend a lot of time on court ducking and diving from 'missiles' propelled by 10 year olds - and that may well account for this 'injury' of unknown origin.

However, there is no hiding place when you teach children. Whereas adults will politely try to ignore any newly acquired facial blemishes, children will greet you with gleeful cries of "what wrong with your face", "it looks terrible" or "it's getting worse"!

I've had various 'helpful' pieces of advice over the past few days, including bathing it with tea or the even better suggestion of wearing a patch and getting myself a parrot. However I've made do with wearing shades and adopting the Roy Orbison image. This is fine on sunny days - but perhaps a bit dipstickish in the wind and rain.

In a similar vein, have you ever had a spot on your nose? It becomes a fixation, dragging you down into the depths of depression, moody and afraid to be seen in public. And yet at the same time 99% per cent of your anatomy can be looking good and working fine.

The moral to this tale is not to focus on our weaknesses. In tennis, it is better to play to our strengths rather than concentrate on improving our weaknesses. So if the ball is coming to your backhand side, if at all possible scamper round and play a forehand.

I will be watching Andy Murray playing Rafael Nadal on Saturday. I reckon if he play to his strengths - returns well, varies his speed and direction, and uses tactical awareness, then he will win.

It's a big ask. Go for it Andy.

Hello I'm on the train.............

2008-08-14T11:14:00.000-07:00

Well that's it - its official. The average person in the UK spends 10 minutes each day on their mobile phone. On the basis that people like my mum doesn't have one, then some of us must be doing a heck a lot of texting or phoning.

I remember one occasion recently when I 'mislaid' my phone - within 5 minutes I was feeling giddy, perspiring, having palpitations etc etc. It is now always by my side, glued to my right hip, like the Lone Ranger's six-gun.

Which leads me into the shot of the day - the overhead, better known as the smash. Now we have all done it - gone for a glorious winner on a high ball and ended up hitting fresh air. (I normally kid on I meant it, like Mansour Bahrami)

The problem is the word 'smash'. South of the border, it means hitting the ball jolly hard. Up here in Scotland it means giving it a good scone or a welly. Either way, it is better to place the ball rather than giving it a thump - you have more chance of producing a winner.

Technique wise, the first thing you do is turn sideways, then point to the ball with your non-playing hand - that's the one Rafael Nadal uses to scratch his rear quarters. Then (and here's the subtle link!), hold your racket hand to your ear as if you were answering a phone call. This stops you from taking a big swing with your racket, which is a big factor in mistiming an overhead shot.

So there you are folks, your time on the phone is never wasted.

Hello, hello, I canny hear you am on the train ...............

Give It The Elbow

2008-07-22T00:02:00.000-07:00

Have you noticed that anything ending in 'itis' always means bad news. Yes, the Greeks have got a lot to answer for.

So if you've been diagnosed with Lateral Epicondylitis it means you have the dreaded 'tennis elbow'. Actually there is no need to see the doc for diagnosis - if a thousand volts shoot down your arm when you pick up your skinny latte, you've got it!

So what should you do if you've got tennis elbow.

Well you can struggle on with all sorts of slings, supports and plasters, grimace and grumble, and take one step forward and two back.

No I reckon you should take a 3 month break from tennis - and enjoy doing something different. This I will leave entirely to your imagination - but I reckon I would 'sell a few more sheep' and head for the sunshine.

For the men out there, there are certain no no's when you have tennis elbow. Avoid ironing, hoovering, washing up and any contact with your mother-in-law. And ladies, by all means re-invent your social network at Cafe Nero, but best avoid becoming a doughnut queen.

Once you're on the road to recovery, it's wise to have a session with a qualified coach. Often simple changes in technique, or changing the grip size of your racket, will prevent a recurrence.
There are lots of stretchy things you can do as well, whilst ensconced in front of Dragons Den.

Happy days!

Wimble Done

2008-07-07T08:27:00.000-07:00

Yes folks it's all over once again. The 'oohs and aahs' have been consigned to the locker room - unless of course you can create your own which is much more fun!!

It was great to watch our new 'protege', Laura Robson, powering her way to victory in the Junior singles. It was most 'un-British' like, similar to Andy Murray's win against Richard Gasquet. Stardom at 14 is not a precursor to future success - so here's hoping the media allow her to develop naturally and not in isloation (there is a lot of other talent out there).

Of course if we are serious about creating British tennis stars, we have got to create facilities throughout the country, including Scotland (that's the place on the top of the weather map). So lets get behind Andy's mum and build a Scottish tennis academy. She has all the credentials to produce future stars - but financial backing is essential.

My last little thought for Wimbledon. Who is the guy in the William Tell hat who always gets pride of place alongside the coaches, mums, dads and girlfriends?

Answers please on a postcard..............

Never hurry a Murray

2008-06-22T02:44:00.000-07:00

Yes folks Wimbledon has arrived once again and the nation will suddenly take an avid interest in tennis!

There are a few certainties this year:

a. It will rain

b. Maria Sharapova will scream even louder

c. By the first weekend, the headlines will be "what's wrong with British tennis?"

d. Virginia Wade will be wheeled out once again to give her refined commentary on the 'ladies'

Well, where I work, there is certainly nothing wrong with tennis. Around 800 children benefit from coaching and enjoy playing the game.

No, the answer lies in c and d above where the media (and armchair) perception is that we must produce 'champions' - and of the course the intransigent middle class image of 'whites' and 'jolly good shot' (sorry Virginia you say it every year).

As for Andy, well I reckon this wont be his year. But he will entertain, that's a certainty, and that's what sport is all about.

Enjoy your strawberries.

Andy's On A Role

2008-06-12T09:11:00.000-07:00

Just watched Andy Murray being felled half a dozen times in the Artois Championship - but still emerging as winner!

The match was played at London Queen's Club Ice Rink - hence the reason for Andy (one of the best movers in tennis) being poleaxed on so many occasions. Despite injuries to his thumb, neck and groin, he came back for more. We breed them tough up here in the heather.

Judging by the rather muted applause which greeted his fine victory, it is apparent that Andy's entertainment qualities (including some subtle histrionics) are not yet universally appreciated.

I am off to play on clay (in a cloud of dust). When oh when is the rain going to spread north.

Out of Jail

2008-05-30T08:44:00.000-07:00

Hi everyone

For those of you lovely people who have missed me, I have neither:

a) Been behind bars

or

b) Run off with a woman

(The latter is a constant temptation)

No, the truth (honest) is that Bouncebacktennis.com has been closed for refurbishment (or a bit of tarting up where I come from).

Hope you like the new piccies!

Colin

Standing on my head

2008-04-12T10:19:00.000-07:00

A year or so ago I took up yoga. I reckoned it might do me some good, because I tend to live life at a crazy pace -don't we all!

Now if you think I can wrap my foot round my opposite ear - or stand on my head all afternoon - I'm sorry to disappoint. I can make a reasonable go at standing on one leg - probably a throw back to my Rab C Nesbitt days (propped up against a bar)

Through my yoga I've come in contact with some really nice people. Now I'm not sure if they were nice before they took up Yoga - or it's some mystical end product. Who knows.

But also - sensationally - I reckon my movement on the tennis court has improved (although it might only be apparent to myself!).

Now my theory is that this is all due to core stability - because if you watch a drunk guy coming down the street - I bet you think its his legs that are wobbly - but in fact it's the bit round the middle that's fallen apart. Hence the weaving gait from pavement to gutter and possibly back again.

Ok I diverse, but did you tennis players out there know that 55% of racket force comes from your trunk. Take my word for it - I read it somewhere.

So it pays to look after your midriff - and not the way Rab C did it on a Saturday night!

Passtheport

2008-03-26T05:03:00.000-07:00

I decided to bite the bullet yesterday and get my photo taken to renew my passport.

It is a requirement now that you don't smile or show teeth - and the end product was a sort of distorted grimace which made me look like a 'lifer' at Wormwood Scrubs.

The rather disappointing aspect was that - for reasons best known to myself - I thought I looked a bit like Andre Agassi. Judging by my new passport pic, the resemblance is confined to the top of the brow and upwards!

Having said that, for those of you out there who think they play tennis (or look like) like Roger Federer or Justine Henin, that's a very positive attitude and can bring you success. Confident tennis players have clear pictures in their mind of playing shots perfectly. Winners see in their minds what they want to happen - and there is nothing to stop us doing that too.

So by all means tell yourself you're 'wonderful' or 'the best player on the planet'.

Just don't boast about it down at the pub!

Island in the Sun

2008-03-18T11:41:00.000-07:00

Just returned from 10 days in Barbados

Now I know that sounds a bit pretentious - but being on the tennis court at 0830 every morning does not allow for too many rum punches the night before!

The local islanders have a remarkably low key approach to life, their movement being slow to the point of being ponderous (apart from when they're in the cockpit of a banana boat!).

I guess they wouldn't serve too many double faults - my theory, albeit simplistic, is that most faults on the second serve are caused by 'rushing'. It is perhaps better to take a few deep breaths before serving and picture palm trees swaying in the breeze!

My impression of Barbados is one of a paradise lost. When Virgin jumbo jets disgorge hundreds of Brits onto the island on a daily basis, it is extremely difficult to immerse yourself in the local culture. But it was great to play tennis in the sunshine.

Ps Sorry about the postcards (lack of) - but do you really appreciate a PC from Barbados in the middle of winter?

Mind Your Language

2008-02-23T04:32:00.000-08:00

I was in Connecticut last week (that's between New York and Boston for those of you who dropped Geography)

American people are nice to know. Ok they don't quietly go about their business, but they are warm and friendly, and remarkly laid back (unless the muffins are running out).

I did a bit of 'people watching' at Newark airport, as one does with 4 hours to kill! I couldn't help noticing that Americans in general look tall because they walk tall (they are even taller with their lids on).

Have you ever notice how we react on the tennis court when things are going badly? Our shoulders hunch up, our head drops, we stop breathing (yeah!), and we tut and sigh. Personally I have been known to slam balls all over the shop, to the danger of everyone in the vicinity.

Next time round, try standing tall with your head high and your shoulders back. You will feel an instant confidence boost. Your opponent will pick up on this - and realise you're not down and out!

Have a nice day (oops!)

Havoc and Chaos

2008-02-03T00:45:00.000-08:00

Have you noticed how cheerful the 'news' is these days. After the first five minutes, you could be suicidal!

Even the weather forecasters have jumped on the 'fear and alarm' bandwagon. "Severe weather warnings" are dished out right left and centre, and the words 'havoc' and 'chaos' have become commonplace.

Despite threats of impending doom, I drove 80 miles north on Friday to visit my mum. There was not a snowflake in sight and no sign of the 'gridlock' which was meant to be widespread across Scotland. When I returned to Edinburgh, I was relieved that the city was still standing, following the threat of terrorist attack which was 'headlined' during the week.

So what's all this to do with tennis?

Well not a lot I guess. Having said that, unless you are playing for money, there is little point in slashing your wrists if you find yourself a set and 4 - 0 down. You would be better just to enjoy yourself and look forward to a beer in the clubhouse.

Paradoxically, with this approach, you might find that you will start winning games again!!

Footnote:
As all drivers will have noticed, this winter weather has caused further trauma to Edinburgh's roads. The pot holes are the size of the Grand Canyon and the speed bumps (now an epidemic) are like the Himalayas. Massive roadworks have taken over the city and we've been invaded by temporary traffic lights.
We're all doomed!

Bouncing Back

2008-01-13T02:57:00.000-08:00

For my sins, I am a Hearts supporter. This allegiance might well account for loss of hair, wrinkles on my forehead, and numerous mental scars accumulated over a 30 year period.

Like Newcastle United over the border, Hearts are under-achievers. They build you up with promise of great things to come, then let you down with an almighty thump. Both teams, however, retain a vast 'support' who stand-by them through thick and thin, through good times and bad.

In tennis, a string of defeats could well be defined as 'bad times', especially when your confidence and self belief has disappeared out the window. It has happened to us all, unless you are living in cloud cuckoo land.

So how do you get off the slippery slope and start climbing back up the 'success' ladder?

Say, for example, you are a set and 4 -0 down and staring defeat in the face. Instead of breaking your racket in two, or electing to take up bowls, repeat to yourself "I am a great tennis player"

Then in your mind, gather up everything that has happened up to this point, put it a big black bag, tie it up, and place it in a refuse bin.

Then in the next game, slow things down and focus purely on getting every ball over the net.

This is a very simple concept, but works. The score will be 4 - 3 before long, and you will be looking forward with renewed confidence to the third set.

It's all part of bouncing back - and becoming a winner once again!

Happy New Year

2007-12-31T11:45:00.000-08:00

I am an Andy Murray fan.

Can I say firstly that this is not a tribal thing. I was also a great admirer of Tim Henman.

I supported Tim through all the oohs, aahs, near misses, disappointments and tears. Throughout I appreciated his skill and how much he contributed to British tennis. In my opinion, it is travesty that he has never been knighted – or greater still won the Sports Personality of the Year Award.

But of course he has never won a major – or rode a horse!

Andy Murray will win a major. He has phenomenal talent. His reading of the game is second to none and he can destroy an opponent with subtle changes of pace and sheer brain power. No wonder no-one fancies playing him.

He also has a bit of attitude. Now I’ve heard him described as dour, sulky, scruffy, rude, arrogant, in need of a shave, even more in need of a haircut. Now that sounds a bit like me at that age – or maybe even you!

These things are irrelevant. Perfect manners, "jolly good try", and "better luck next time" doesn’t win championships. Winning at all costs does.

2008 could be Andy’s year! We all hope so.

My very best wishes to all my friends and colleagues out there – I hope 2008 is happy and successful for you too.

Ding Dong

2007-12-24T11:33:00.000-08:00

Ok hands up - I've always been a 'beat behind the band' with new gadgets (still think blackberries are healthy things to go on your cereal)

But thanks to the wonders of technology in this here household - and in Connecticut USA - tomorrow I will see my grand children opening their Xmas pressies. This is all thanks to things called Skype and web cams - and to be honest I don't have a scooby do how it all works.

Having said that, I am a great believer in modern technology in relation to tennis equipment. So my advice to anyone out there who swears by their Lew Hoad racket (or green flash shoes) is to assign them to a museum. They just help you to get injured and play crap tennis.

Many of you will be aware that my washine machine broke down on Friday (if it had been the dishwasher there would have been major slashing of wrists). But thanks again to the wonders of technology (and the world's finest Hotpoint engineer), we are spinning once again!

Merry Christmas everyone

Man Flu

2007-12-17T04:26:00.000-08:00

I travelled down to Southampton at the week-end to meet up with John and Susan - and my 'La Manga' friends. It was a delight to see them and we had a lovely lunch together.

Can I outline at this juncture my phenomenal courage in attending this function. As I made everyone there realise, I was suffering from a severe dose of bubonic plague, exacerbated by the fact that it felt 10 degrees colder in Southampton compared with Edinburgh.

It begs the question - should you keep going when you have 'something', or should you rest up for six months and become a doughnut king / queen.

With tennis related injuries which force you to stop playing, the modern approach is to maintain your strength and cardiovascular conditioning by doing something else. Then getting back to playing will not be such a shock to the system. My personal belief is to get back on the court as soon as possible - but pay attention to your body's signals.

To stop you suing me, if in doubt always consult your GP, physio, trainer, mother-in-law or other medical expert.

You will be relieved to know that my bubonic plague has been downgraded to Man Flu.

Pass the Night Nurse!

Happy Birthday!

2007-12-08T23:45:00.000-08:00

My mum is 95 today!

How do you survive 2 World Wars, 50 Prime Ministers, 100 Hearts managers, 2000 episodes of Coronation Street (the latter has included multiple murders, shootings, stabbings, rape, pillage, arson, countless affairs, and even more divorces)

I think she would put it down to meat and 2 veg, and a glass of sherry every day.

Contentment, and the right attitude to life, also helps.

Happy birthday mum

Opening Ceremony

2007-12-05T13:58:00.000-08:00

Welcome everyone to the launch of Bouncebacktennis.com

A particular welcome to all my tennis friends and colleagues who have 'tuned in' from Craiglockhart Tennis Centre, Dalkeith tennis club and Colinton tennis club.

Ok enough of the bullshit.

Despite all the name / place dropping, I learnt my tennis trade at the school of hard knocks. In fact I've been back there a few times in my adult existence, honing my recovery skills in the face of adversity (more commonly referred to as 'picking yourself up and dusting yourself down')

My own tennis ranges from sensational to a little embarrassing - but I know all the answers!

So read on my friends - if you want to take your life, and tennis, less seriously - and become a winner!!

Oh by the way - thanks Carmen for helping to knock this thing together - you are a star!

Hold On With Both Hands

2007-11-25T12:22:00.000-08:00

Relax - everyone south of the border. This is not a dig at English goalkeepers. I was genuinely sorry to see them go out of Europe. But..............

Would you ride a bike with only one hand?
Would you push a shopping trolley with one hand?
(for the guys out there a shopping trolley is the metal thing with wheels you find outside Tescos)

In tennis, your spare hand (or non-dominant if you want me to get technical) should always be doing something - but not answering your mobile phone or scratching your bum (unless your name is Rafael Nadal!)

It's all about balance - and I'm told having the right balance also works in life in general.

So remember that next Saturday night!

Tip For Any Day

2007-11-22T10:31:00.000-08:00

Unless you have a drain-pipe fetish (or play tennis), this piece of advice will be of no interest to you whatsoever.

Does your ball toss go all over the shop when you're serving?

Imagine a drain-pipe descending down towards your head - then throw the ball up the pipe.

Scary - but it works.

Footnote: Do not confuse a 'ball toss' with a 'throw up'. The latter relates to Saturday night / lager / chicken curry etc

Gives a smile

2007-11-22T10:09:00.000-08:00

Have you ever noticed how infectious a smile can be?

You can be walking down the street when an amusing thought comes into your head - then you find the person coming towards you is smiling too!!

I read somewhere that, to brighten your day, you should try smiling at a stranger.

I would go easy on this one. Pick and choose your 'victims' or you could end up with a sore nose or a friend you don't really want!

Ok, this is really just for tennis nuts - but do you remember Yvonne Goolagong. She smiled all the time - and won titles. Jelena Jankovic and Jamie Murray laughed and smiled their way to a Wimbledon title this summer.

One of the benefits of smiling when playing tennis (or any other sport) is that it helps you to relax. It also lets opponents know they're not getting under your shirt.

So give it a blast - it's worth a shot.