He has got to be the most un-isperational, boring, dour, bloke in the world.
Yeah, you see, he grew up in Dunblane, in a not very traditonal hotbed of tennis (well, actually, that’d be the whole of the island). Fortunately, he was the son of a very hard working and committed mother (I know little about his dad).
And here he is in his early twenties – No. 3 in one of the hardest solo sports in the world. A sport where it’s just you, your racket, a ball and the other guy. Sometimes that other guy is possibly the best at his sport seen in modern times. And sometime that other guy is the other guy whose one of the best at his sport in modern times. There’s no bike, no double diffusers to help. Just you, the other guy, some sticks and a ball.
He travels all over the world, competing in tournaments that we don’t really even hear about. He’s beaten those two best-ever-at-the-sport on his way, in grand slam events (maybe not the Fed, could be wrong). A couple of years ago, people said “you need to beef up mate” so he came out and grew biceps twice the size and blew Nadal off the court, a guy with biceps, I would guess Teetosugars, bigger than your thighs.
Yeah, that’s uninspirational, really uninspirational. Tell me, what would he need to do to inspire you? I’m pretty impressed with him.