[ Holed up in the shady corner of the Roland Garros practice court, Ollie doesn't care that he's getting red dust all over his shorts. His legs are also coated with the bright orange, as he's been having a bad evening on the clay, slipping and sliding all over the place with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. His trainer has already called it a ( Read more... )

[ Oliver Wilkinson is becoming increasingly aware of the fact that as time goes by, when he is bothered or annoyed or in a particularly cheery mood, the easiest and generally most enjoyable course of action is to slam himself into the presence of his physiotherapist as fast as humanely possible. Sometimes this involves a heated but brisk stomping, ( Read more... )