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EstablishedDesigner67 karma

One in particular, I was on court 3 in 2012 for the Gentlemen's invitational. Fortunately Henri Leconte and Mansour Bahrami were playing and they were notorious crowd pleasers.

They were playing against Patrick McEnroe and someone else who escapes my mind but Leconte did a rather tragic unforced error and stropped off by throwing his racket on the floor. So I (as I was trained to do) ran over and picked it up for him.

He said "you play" and went to be the Ballboy and I got to play a couple points at Wimbledon in an exhilarating role-reversal. God the other ballboys hated me for it because I was stupidly lucky. Bahrami just told me to "play along" and we just had a great time. I missed every single shot but I had an amazing time, got a massive round of applause and did get Leconte's sweatband (which if you want proof it made a very good christmas present to my granddad who watched him during his prime).

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Easily King Roger. Just a homely down to earth man.

Funny story:

I was the bagboy for the men's final in 2012 meaning I took of the racket Federer won Wimbledon with and Murray's bag. I handed the racket back to him and this conversation ensued:

"Congratulations on your victory Mr. Federer"

"Thanks man, sounds cliché but each one really is as good as the last"

"What do you reckon you'll do now Mr. Federer?"

"Ah probably just enjoy tonight with my wife."

So he was that kind of guy, just a true gentleman. Plus he was a ballboy years ago for some other tournament so he appreciates the trials and tribulations we go through and is really sympathetic.

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Call "OUT".

EstablishedDesigner32 karma

Not all of them, the more pretentious women tend to be the lower ranked ones with an inferiority complex. However I remember having a pretty bad time with Sharapova.

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Oh hell to the damn no. Any interference would result in our immediate dismissal. It was tough though, I'd seen so many moments in which I wanted to give out a little yelp of excitement but just look at us, we're trained to be robots. No emotions allowed :(