I don't really care what the man on the street thinks. I never did anything to please him in the first place, and I'm not going to start now.
I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.
I want to be a hero, a small and good kind of hero, even though I know heroes have very short lives.
If I go into a club now, all the blonde girls leave my corner and all the black girls come into my corner. It's as if I'm racist towards white girls!
It was a confusing time in my life, a really bad day at the office.
So this is it. Match point for eternity.
The eyes of some of the fans at Davis Cup matches scare me. There's no light in them. Fixed emotions. Blind worship. Horror. It makes me think of what happened to us long ago.
The suit-and-tie job is very nice but it's not really who I am in my heart.
Where do you go when you're the best in the world? What's next?
Tennis is a psychological sport, you have to keep a clear head. That is why I stopped playing.
