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As the ball flew from one end of the screen to the other, my eyes grew wide with wonder. Sat on the edge of my seat as I watched the Wimbledon women’s final, the tension was too much to bear.
Ever since I was child, I’d been a huge tennis fan, was the first to sign up for after-school lessons.
The athleticism, competitiveness and skill – I loved it all. ‘I’m going to compete in Wimbledon one day,’ I proudly told my mum Connie, now in her 60s.
‘Keep working hard, and you’ll get there one day,’ she smiled.
I continued to play tennis as a teen, and while it didn’t take me to Wimbledon, it did
