Fear and loathing is supposed to be what women’s tennis is mostly about.
James Lawton, writing for The Independent
She's just there for me always, through good times and bad times, whenever I need her.
Kirsten Flipkens, referring to Kim Clijsters
Even her second serve is cut with such venom that it’s up
around the receiver’s ears and still climbing by the time it reaches
Giles Smith, writing for The Times about Sabine Lisicki
He has always been my strength, encouraging me to focus mentally and stay strong no matter what is happening.
Marion Bartoli, commenting on her father, Walter
It's like a fairytale coming true.
Back in Germany, the tennis fans are getting over-excited. When Lisicki
had to play Sharapova in the semifinals two years ago, her adoring
public knew she was up against a serial grand slam champion. It was a
chance to reach the final, but not much of a chance. But most of the
casual tennis watchers in Germany have no clue who Agnieszka Radwanska
is (they seem to overlooked the little "No. 4" sitting beside her name on
the draw sheet, the numeral that indicates her place in the world
pecking order). They think Sabine has one foot in the final already.