The young man won in Shanghai, in three sets, against an Argentine, Tirante. In Tokyo, ten days earlier, he had lost quickly. This time he lost the first set, and then he pulled himself together. It was all right.
Afterwards they sat him down in front of microphones. They asked whether he was talking with Juan Carlos Ferrero. They even repeated what that gentleman had said: “I wouldn’t mind working with him.”
He answered that he was thinking about his next match, a very difficult one. Then about two tournaments, perhaps three with the Davis Cup for Spain, which motivates him a great deal. Then about a month to think things over.
In Couvin, when a boy came to ask for a young woman’s hand, nobody answered him at the table, in front of everyone. People talked about the harvest, the weather, Sunday Mass. The answer came later, in the kitchen, and it always came. This boy did exactly that. He talked about his calendar, the way one talks about the harvest.
Nobody will hold it against him. The gentleman with the microphone, though, asked the question at the table.
It’s true, we checked: We Love Tennis.
