So this is it. Match point for eternity.
I believed in raising my children as I had been raised.
I'm not a God, I make mistakes.
I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.
I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.
Thats the hard part about sport: as men we havent started to be in our prime, but as athletes we are old people. I needed support. I lost trust and did stupid things.