The greatest player that ever lived ...

My first foray into absolute fan-dom of a tennis player was with John McEnroe. I was only a girl in the '70s - its the true! - but John's breakthrough year was 1979, the year of the Superbrat, and I was obsessively hooked. He infamously crashed out of Wimbledon that year on the middle Saturday on the infamous Court 2 - the graveyard of Champions - and I thought I'd never recover. I travelled through the night down to London on National Express to get to Wimbledon to see him play in 1982 and I had the excitement of him walking past me in a clubhouse in Didsbury, Manchester when he came to play a grass court tournie - and I still to this day cannot remember why he was there.

And here I am ... some 30 years later ... doing it all again!! *doh* Going through the same torment and caring too much. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love that JMac loves Rafa. I love that my past love, loves my present love. There's so much love in this post ... I think I'd better leave the room. The greatest player? Coming from one of them, that's some compliment, John.