Every generation has its own Goran. So I was the Goran of this generation.

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.

With me, you never know what is going to happen

When I won Wimbledon, I said to God: just let me win this one tournament and I won't play another match. Maybe God's telling me to go home, but I don't want to go home. We are negotiating at the moment.

I think I owe it to myself and my fans in Britain to play one more Wimbledon.

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

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