Since retiring I have spent a lot of time with my family, on my boat, and playing football.

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

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.

Its fun to be there with the guys, to practice with them, arrange the balls, do this, do that, but when you play you can get some of this nervousness out of your system.

I just try to play tennis and don't find excuses. You know, I just lost because I lost, not because my arm was sore.

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