It was about 9.20pm on Friday night. We were sitting on the couch, watching a tense semi final between Rafael Nadal and Grigor Dimitrov, having just polished off some homemade pizza and making steady progress on a bottle of wine. My wife turns to me and says, “Do you want to go to the wheelchair tennis?“. Sorry, what did you say?
“The standard of our tennis back in the day wasn’t high enough but you can’t tell me that wasn’t high enough. You are breaking glass ceilings with me. We are changing perceptions about disabilities together … you couldn’t play this match on court seven because you’re about 4,000 seats short!“