Today I Break Racquets For Tomorrow We

Lady, Can You Speak Up A Little Bit? Indianapolis Is A Little Far From Europe - I Can't Hear You.

I'm Not Fighting With Myself. Oh, My God. That's How I Am. You Know, The Story Of The Hippo? The Hippo Comes To The Monkey And Said, Listen, I'm Not A Hippo. So, He Paint Himself Like A Zebra. He Said But He's Still A Hippo. He Said But Look At You, You're Painted Like A Zebra But You Are A Hippo. So Then He Goes, You Know, Like I Want Be A Little Parrot. So, He Put The Colours On Him And He Comes To The Monkey And Said But, Sorry, You Are A Hippo. So, In The End, You Know, He Comes And Said I'm Happy To Be A Hippo. This Is Who I Am. So, I Have To Be Who I Am And He's Happy Being A Hippo.

But Normally When You Talk To Yourself [on Court] You Say; 'i Love You, You're A Good Guy, But Don't Miss Next Time, Okay.'

No Matter What Happens, Tennis Is Still Tennis: You Can See A Lot Of Great Matches, A Lot Of New People.

I Give Up On Spending Time On These Courts; I Give Up On Practicing Before The Tournament I Hate. I Hate This.