From grunts to scoring systems, tennis is a sport that's full of unusual quirks and strange traditions. Read on as we answer ten unusual questions about the history, the rules, and the culture of tennis.
In the past year, I've won some of the biggest matches of my career but today, I'm writing about a winnable battle I'm proud to support off court. It's the fight against malaria - one of the biggest killers on earth yet a preventable disease that we have the power to beat. The scale of malaria is staggering. It was reported that around 17 million people watched the Wimbledon final between Roger and myself last July- that's a lot of people. But I've also realised that in my lifetime - the last 26 years - far more than that number have died from malaria. Every death is needless as malaria is preventable and curable.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that men's professional tennis presently boasts one of its finest generations of players, and last Friday Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic produced a sporting contest of mammoth proportions at the French Open.
It was interesting to hear Dickie Bird on breakfast television a couple of weeks ago promoting his new book of anecdotes from the past. I wonder wheth...
The tennis landscape has altered considerably over that last 12 months. Andy Murray will wake up on Monday to confirmation of something we've long known: he is currently the second best tennis player in the world.
His legendary athleticism was spawned from a training schedule that would frighten most people to death: his long early morning runs were merely gentle precursors to the day's activities. He didn't even consider it part of the training, merely an add on.
When I was seven years old my dad introduced me to a game called tennis. I'm now 40 years old, still playing, learning and enjoying it. I'm by no means on a par with Andy Murray, but do share similar energy, enthusiasm, determination and commitment.
Andy Murray is chasing history in Australia. No man in the Open era has managed to follow-up their first Grand Slam title by winning the next major tournament.
Novak Djokovic left London's O2 Arena as the undefeated champion of the Barclay's ATP World Tour Finals after beating Roger Federer 7-6 (8-6) 7-5. With both players producing tennis of the highest order, it was a compelling match that provided a fitting end to a wonderful tennis season.
This is What it means to be British - To take part in a race, Hoping to win - But expecting a last-place finish. Yes, this is British -
At the back end of 2010, whilst the majority of the tennis world entered into their short winter slumber, Serbia played France for the Davis Cup, the premier international team tennis event.
I have no personal animus against Andy Murray, and I dare say it is irritating not to win a tennis match, but precisely when did we turn into a nation of snivelling losers? At what point in the history of the last hundred years did the stiff upper lip start to quiver; Did it stop being shameful for a grown man to burst into tears just because he came second in a game? Did it become possible for a serial runner-up to become 'champion of our hearts' not with a bang, but a whimper?
Can I really be alone? Can I really be the only Brit to find Murray's post-Wimbledon blubbering neither moving nor touching but mawkish, inappropriate and self-indulgent? I have seen greater pluck from my five-year-old daughter when bested in the egg-and-spoon.
I've already heralded Wimbledon, as an event, the greatest sporting tournament in the world, and Wimbledon 2012 has proven to be the best of its kind in my memory. It had it all; shocks, fairytales and plenty a headline story.
The British sports fan is like a child beauty pageant mom, thrusting our not overly-pretty little girl in front of the baying flashbulbs when she'd much rather just be getting on with being a kid.
For a long time I have preached that Andy Murray shall not win a Grand Slam, and until the day he does this will not change. He simply isn't good enough in this era.