Actually, I tossed it nicely, landed nicely, like airplane. No warning, beautiful. That's the art of throwing racquets.

After I won a match at a tournament I tried to repeat everything I did the day I won. Before my next match, I ate the same food, I went to the same restaurant etc. Sometimes it got very boring.

The trouble with me is that every match I play against five opponents: umpire, crowd, ball boys, court, and myself.

It's great, but there is one problem. She doesn't sleep. At night she seems to turn into a vampire. She wakes up every night five or 10 times, asking for things, singing, calling out.

My fines? I pay more fines than some guys' career prize money on the tour.

It's easier when you play. You get your emotion out. You scream. You yell. You do whatever you want. You play. But it's tough to sit.

Ivan Lendl's never going to be a great player on grass. The only time he comes to the net is to shake your hand.