I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.
I met with my lawyers. They gave me all the wrong advice. For a long time I refused to accept the child was mine. I should have met her, arranged a DNA test and accepted my responsibility.
I don’t know how many millions of photographs have been taken of me.
I was in the tennis bubble. I wasn’t thinking about the big picture. I didn’t notice what they said on television, I wasn’t reading any papers. I had a coach and a manager, and they kept me in the bubble.
I believed in raising my children as I had been raised.
Andre Sa is playing close to his potential – maybe even above it.
The boys are so powerful off of the baseline now that they don’t have to come to the net to finish points. That’s the reason we went to the net. To finish the point. Nowadays, even the big guys can hit winners four feet behind the baseline.
Its silly to say it about a tennis player, but Im an unbelievable hero in Germany. And Germany needs heroes more than any place.
The suit-and-tie job is very nice, but it’s not really who I am in my heart.
How do you build a relationship when you’ve hardly shared a word but suddenly share a child? How do you love a daughter you don’t see for nearly two years? When does she become your daughter? How does she become your daughter?
Does anyone ask their parents how they are conceived?
A few years after my first son was born, he wanted to know how we chose his name, so I began reading him the story of Noah’s Ark.
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.
When you are thrown onto the stage at 17 in such an enormous way, it becomes living on the edge because every step you take, every word you speak, every action you do becomes headline news. And it became, for me, life or death.
Where do you go when you’re the best in the world? What’s next?
Girls are a distraction and can easily cost points.
I believe that everything in life happens for a reason.
I lost in the second round of the French Open and had 10 days off. I went to the Hard Rock Cafe. It was exciting to be away from my parents, to stay in a hotel. Hotels at 17 meant freedom.
So this is it. Match point for eternity.
I’m not a God, I make mistakes.