For a short while one summer day out of nowhere in my life she flashed like a comet across my sky.
My first competitive game of tennis was played in the Trinidad and Tobago Junior Championships when I was 12 – and my last at the age of 52 in 1985 when Roy Dookun and I, more than a hundred years old, won the Guyana National Doubles title for the last time. I hugely enjoyed my forty-year career in tennis – the excitement and honey-sweet of victory and the gall of disappointment in defeat, the stress and exhilaration of intense competition which is a sort of addictive drug, the “fellowship of the playing field,” the tremendous honour of representing and leading your country, the rivalries so sharp in memory and the countless friendships, the poetry of the game at its best suddenly encountered.
