The night I was mistaken for a bullfighter by one of Hollywood’s most beautiful stars It was 1958. I was 20 years old and playing on the tennis circuit. I was good, or at least good for Greece, and it was a charmed life. I played in the Caribbean and along the Riviera, but my favourite tournament was in Barcelona. I liked the surface and played well there. Tennis in those days was a lot like society. The top players would warm up with the “rabbits”, as they referred to us – like aristocrats talking to gamekeepers – while the middle-ranking players stuck to each other, like the middle classes. All the players were very friendly to each other – there was none of the modern crap with coaches and everyone sticking to their own teams all the time. Continue reading...
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