His father told him a thousand times, ‘Eye on the ball and hit through it. Return, return, return,’ and no matter how many tennis coaching courses he’d received in the intervening twenty years, Yves’ mind still recalled his earliest paternal instructions.

Yves became world-class, fourth in all of France, and qualified for the finals at Wimbledon where the grass courts and the polite clapping of a crowd, more interested in strawberries and cream than the tennis, gave the impression that it was little more than a game in the park.

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