Rallying until my opponent makes a mistake.
Blasting a winner from anywhere in the court.
Lure my opponent into a false sense of security.
I generally don’t.
Should I ace my opponent down the tee, or out wide.
I’m going to take some pace off this and make sure it goes in.
I hope this serve goes in.
Why don't my parents love me.
A couple of spare racquets, drink bottle, extra grips and some spare balls.
It’s mostly just crap because I never clean it.
Not balls. Hopefully my opponent will remember them.
Once per week.
I train 3 hours per day and have an extensive gym program.
Whenever I can afford the court hire rates at Melbourne Uni.
I’ve never played before.
My forehand, or backhand, often my serve too.
My ability to not care how much I lose by.
My footwork and speed around the court.
I don’t have one.
I only play for fun
My grip is so extreme it goes skydiving regularly.
I haven’t learnt how to hit a forehand yet.
I only hit backhands.
Classically simple, with little room for error.
Thankfully not very important.
It depends who I’m playing.
I’m more concerned about winning.
Looking good is the only thing I have going for me.
Yes, but I forget the name.
No, I just hold the racquet however feels right.
It doesn’t make a difference anyway.
I’m in the process of learning.
Someone who doesn’t play tennis.
That guy I saw playing at the local courts yesterday.
Steel my resolve and refuse to lose.
Subtly try to put my opponent off.
Go for too much and miss, but feel happy I tried.
Keeping the ball away from my opponent on the net.
Remembering how to serve in a tiebreak.
Simple, yet elegant.
I try not to hit them.
In the heat of the day, because that’s how you become tough.
Whenever you can find someone to play with.
I try not to play if I can help it.
Whenever someone accidentally leaves the gate open to the courts.