I was a pretty feisty young kid.

You know, I was a regular on the Friday afternoon drill squad. Um, which... The year after I left school, I went back and thanked the sergeant major because I was so fit.

I'd also made the first tennis team. I was number two player in the school at 11 years of age and that didn't sit very well with people.

I was in the main draw from the start, my opening match was on Court One against Jan Eric Lundquist of Sweden who was about eight in the world at the time.

By the time I got to the hospital, I certainly realised that I had a problem because I couldn't write or print at that time, which lasted luckily only about four months. I'd gone numb here and on my tongue and the right foot a little bit.

I chose to stay with tennis and they didn't understand that at the school.

They wrote it that my moustache was insured for 13 million.