Calling the Shots: My Autobiography

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I kept going back to check for him, because he always gave me such clarity of purpose before a match. Spend an unforgettable evening with tennis and broadcasting legend Sue Barkeras she shares the remarkable story of her life and career. I have been watching tennis since 1970 but I am embarrassed to say that I do not ever remember watching Sue play.

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She reveals the battles she fought for hard-won success in two careers and gives us a ringside seat on the nation's biggest sporting dramas, and a fascinating insider's understanding of competitors under pressure, such a shame injuries plagued her last few years.And now, after four decades on camera encouraging other legends to share their stories, she is telling her own. I am not a big tennis fan and haven’t watched “Question of Sport” for decades but I really enjoyed Sue Barker’s biography. I’d imagine she would be fun in the bar with her stories and she definitely would have an opinion on most players and their game. Until that quarter-final against Martina the previous year, I'd always been able to play well under pressure. There was one junior tournament where I wasn't allowed to be photographed in the winners' line-up because I wasn't wearing a skirt.

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He was quoted in the papers saying he'd had a prior arrangement to drop his daughter off at the airport and he'd walked into a glass door at Heathrow. This is an interesting read of one of this countries favourite personalities that I enjoyed a lot more than I expected to.Also pleased to find that as well as being a very nice person she is also gutsy and fully able to stick up for herself. Each year, I'd be invited along with other LTA-funded juniors to a weekend of assessment with the national coach Tony Mottram and his assistant Dan Maskell. Both of us were educated privately at Marist Convent school, courtesy of a small sum my mother had been left by a relative. It had taken me an hour and 15 minutes on three buses to get to the hotel tennis courts that Saturday, but he was adamant. He insisted we wore shorts for competitions, when other players tended to put on their best tennis outfits.