I made a deal with my Dad before going to school. I win Roland Garros when I'm 17; I hand him over the cheque and I keep the trophy, and in return he gives me a bottle of Royal Salute which I allow to mature until I'm 18!! So I've started Tennis lessons, and I can't wait for Mondays and Tuesdays when I meet my coach Tim. The lessons last one hour each and it seems I'm doing fine. My racket position in the photo is a little unconventional, but I aim to get there.
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