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Old Jun 29th, 2013, 04:21 PM   #181
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Re: 1983

Navratilova, McEnroe rule Wimbledon
The Christian Science Monitor
Tuesday, July 5, 1983
John Allan May

This year's tournament at the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club will be long remembered. It was the tournament of superlatives.

Two champions in the classic mold confirmed their total supremacy - John McEnroe and Martina Navratilova. And both are champions this year in singles and in doubles, McEnroe with Peter Fleming, Navratilova with Pam Shriver.

Players emerged from the shadows and played as they had never done before. Chris Evert Lloyd's husband John, whose ranking had fallen to 362nd, won the mixed doubles championship with Australia's Wendy Turnbull, thereby becoming the first Englishman to win a Wimbledon title since Fred Perry 47 years ago.

Chris Lewis of New Zealand, ranked No. 91, clawed his way through the 128-player draw to win a place in the men's singles final. He was no match for McEnroe, but his semifinal tussle with South Africa's Kevin Curren will be remembered as one of the finest and fiercest battles ever to grace the centre court.

Arrangements for spectators were immensely improved, as had been those for players. Wimbledon 's position as the world's premier tennis tournament was unquestionably reestablished. And the weather, dry for the whole of the competition, crowned the tournament by providing on the final day one of those memorably perfect English summer afternoons.

McEnroe, who secured his second Wimbledon title, appeared to make his peace with tournament authorities. The crowds treated him as a hero returned.

He won the very one-sided final 6-2, 6-2, 6-2 in only 85 minutes, prompting the vanquished Lewis to say afterward, ''McEnroe is in a class apart. There was nothing I could do. He was just far too good. He is an artist with a racket.''

In every tournament like this victory or defeat is to some extent a matter of peaks. Curren reached his peak in his match with Jimmy Connors. He had not lost a service game for a week and in this match served 33 aces against the defending champion. Curren was never quite the same player after that.

Connors may have peaked before the tournament. In the warm-up at Queen's Club he thrashed McEnroe 6-3, 6-3.

Lewis peaked in his semifinal with Curren. In the final his speed of return and his devastating placing of those returns had gone almost completely.

McEnroe however worked up gradually to the peak that set him far above all other men in the tournament. He was deceptively fast, improbably powerful, and in total command of the court.

In the women's singles Navratilova was as far above the other competitors in her section as McEnroe was in his. In the final she handcuffed Andrea Jaeger 6-0, 6-3 to capture her fourth Wimbledon crown.

The only person who could have seriously challenged her was Evert Lloyd, who entered the tournament in simultaneous possession of titles in the US, Australian, and French Opens for the first time in her career. Unfortunately her bid for a Grand Slam ended when she was upset by unseeded Kathy Jordan 6-1, 7-6. Although unfit at the time of the match, Evert Lloyd played a brave and uncomplaining game. But it did look from the way Martina performed as if she will set a new world standard in women's tennis in the years immediately ahead.

As with Lewis against McEnroe, Jaeger had no reply to Navratilova's brilliance and power. She was hopelessly outclassed. However she is still only 18 and obviously has great years ahead of her too.

Billie Jean King nearly brought her tally of Wimbledon wins to 21. For although put out of the semifinals by Jaeger she reached the finals of the mixed doubles in the last match of the last day on a simply glorious afternoon.

Billie Jean and the immensely powerful Steve Denton finally went down 7-6, 6-7, 5-7 to the splendid partnership of Turnbull and Lloyd.

For this correspondent, one of the highlights of the tournament was the look on Chris Evert Lloyd's face as her steadfast husband, John, deservedly made his little bit of history. Yes, it was a splendid tournament.

In previously unlisted results, McEnroe and Fleming won an all-American men's doubles final against Tim and Tom Gullikson 6-4, 6-3, 6-4. Navratilova and Shriver (US) defeated Rosie Casals (US) and Wendy Turnbull (Australia) 6-2, 6-2 in the women's doubles.

Stefan Edberg (Sweden) beat John Frawley (Australia) 6-3, 7-6 in the boys' singles, while Pascale Paradis (France) defeated Patricia Hy (Hong Kong) 6-2, 6-1 in the girls' singles.
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Re: 1983

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The Miami Herald
Tuesday, July 5, 1983
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Wimbledon finalist Andrea Jaeger withdrew on short notice from the $100,000 European tennis tournament at Hittfeld, West Germany, to fly back to the United States to sign an advertising contract. Jaeger, who lost Saturday's women's final in straight sets to Martina Navratilova, faces a fine for failing to notify the Tennis Players Union in advance of her withdrawal from the tournament, which began Monday ...
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Re: 1983

WIMBLEDON '83 WAS A FINE SHOW - EXCEPT FOR ITS FINALS
The Philadelphia Inquirer
Tuesday, July 5, 1983
Steve Goldstein

Last year, dreary weather and a subway strike were forgotten in the sunburst of two glorious finals. This year's Wimbledon Championships will be a hard act to follow for their sunshine and record crowds, but the men's and women's singles finals proved nothing more than anticlimaxes.

Don't blame John McEnroe and Martina Navratilova, two of the best ever on grass, for performing their tasks with ruthless perfection after seeing their opponents from last year's finals - Jimmy Connors and Chris Evert Lloyd - eliminated in early-round upsets.

Both Navratilova and McEnroe added doubles titles to their singles crowns, Navratilova winning with Pam Shriver for the third consecutive year and McEnroe with Peter Fleming for the third time in five years. Fleming, who, with McEnroe, is still undefeated in Davis Cup doubles competition, once said the best pair in the world was "McEnroe and anybody."

This Wimbledon will be remembered for the early upsets that led to mismatches in the later rounds. It will be remembered for the emergence of yet another proficient black player, Nduka "Duke" Odizor of Nigeria, and for the superb play of Kevin Curren, who took part in the three best matches of the fortnight, beating Connors and Tim Mayotte before suffering a heart- thumping loss to Chris Lewis.

Mayotte continued to combine a high quality of play - he has reached the quarterfinals twice and the semifinals once in the last three years - with excellent sportsmanship. The memory of his serves and volleys may fade, but not the sight of him applauding Curren at the end of their four-set struggle.

On the women's side, the first 128-player draw proved a success.

Kathy Jordan of King of Prussia, Pa., provided one of the biggest Wimbledon upsets ever, keeping Lloyd out of the semifinals of a Grand Slam event for the first time.

Glamour returned to the women's field in the forms of Andrea Temesvari and Carling Bassett, talented teenagers who would be equally at home on the covers of Sports Illustrated and Vogue.

For the second consecutive year, thrills were provided by Billie Jean King, who fell only a step shy of her 10th Wimbledon singles final five months before turning 40. She also lost a chance to add to her record 20 Wimbledon titles - in singles, doubles and mixed doubles - when she and Steve Denton lost to John Lloyd and Wendy Turnbull in Sunday's mixed final. (Who would have bet that John would be the only Lloyd in a final?)

But King's comeback against Beth Herr, her continued mastery of Rosie Casals and Wendy Turnbull and her surgical victory over Jordan in the quarterfinals were all accomplishments of a high order. Despite the fact that she suffered a one-sided loss to Andrea Jaeger, King likely would have given Navratilova a tougher test than Jaeger did in the final.

Navratilova's domination of the women's circuit is becoming a given. With her only loss having come at the hands of unheralded Kathy Horvath in the French Open, she has won 49 of 50 singles matches this year. The only players to have beaten her - once each - since January 1982 are Sylvia Hanika, Shriver, Lloyd and Horvath.

"I've been the favorite the last two years to win every match I've played," Navratilova said. "All of a sudden, if I don't live up to that, the whole world seems to come tumbling down; it's a disaster, a tragedy. After the French, everybody was predicting that I would come apart at the seams. Instead, I took the bull by the horns and didn't let it get to me. If anything, it inspired me."

McEnroe was inspired by the bad memory of his losses in the final here to Bjorn Borg in 1980 and to Connors last year. He came close enough in both those matches to feel that he could now own four straight Wimbledon titles.

As it is, the New Yorker has won 37 of the 42 matches he's played at the All-England Club since 1977, when he became a surprise semifinalist. In all, his record on grass courts stands at 67-7, and that makes him a worthy successor to Borg as Lord of the Lawns.

McEnroe sustained such a high level of play against both third-seeded Ivan Lendl and long-shot Lewis that nothing could have stopped his march to the title.

Lendl pressed him, but Lewis was unable to make the merest dent in McEnroe's armor. McEnroe said that Lewis could have played better, but he knew that Lewis' match with Curren in the semis had taken something out of the New Zealander. Lewis conceded as much, saying that Curren had dulled his edge.

Despite paying scrupulous attention to his pre-match preparation - he refused interviews and avoided reading all the head-swelling prose written about him - Lewis could not help but be awed by the occasion of his first Wimbledon final. He had the support of his country, which had not produced a finalist here since 1914, but carrying his countrymen's hopes with him was a burden, too.

McEnroe has grown accustomed to Wimbledon's face, but he is still something short of an unwavering admirer. He believes that his ability to deal with this tradition-bound tournament is now "as best as can be hoped for."

"It's not something I'd like to do all the time," McEnroe said. "They isolate on me here. It obviously makes it more worth it to win, but it's a tough thing to go through."

The British put as much of a premium on sportsmanship as talent, which is why McEnroe has never found the place in their hearts that Borg has. McEnroe did, however, reach a watershed following his tempestuous match with little- known Romanian Florin Segarceanu.

After blowing up over foot-fault calls and twice threatening to walk off the court that day, McEnroe complained that he couldn't understand why people didn't concentrate on his tennis instead of his sideshow.

The complaint was unfair, for McEnroe had created the diversion. His remarks prompted a British commentator to say, "Why can't he win the way we want him to?".

"I thought about that remark," McEnroe said, "and I said, 'Well, maybe that's fair enough.' I tried to do that the rest of the tournament."

He succeeded, except for a few minor skirmishes.

McEnroe said that he still hopes to "harness" his energy but fears that he might be banking his competitive fires if he does.

"I'm the sort of person who needs to get involved in what I'm doing," he said. "I can't act like Bjorn and expect to be ready for every point. Everybody has his own way of getting psyched up for points. As long as I can do it without hurting anyone's feelings, I'll be all right."

Don't blame McEnroe and Navratilova for having hurt anyone's feelings. They only did what they were supposed to do.
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Re: 1983

SHEIK BUYS COLT FOR $10.2 MILLION
The Miami Herald
Wednesday, July 20, 1983
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Tennis

The United States began its defense of the Federation Cup women's tennis tournament with a sweep of Norway in a best-of-three, first-round series in Zurich, Switzerland. Andrea Jaeger took just 35 minutes to defeat Ellen Grindvold, 6-0, 6-1; Candy Reynolds scored a 6-4, 6-2 victory over Astrid Sunde; and the doubles team of Reynolds and Paula Smith downed Sunde and Grinvdvold, 6-3, 6-2.

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Re: 1983

Any idea what this postponement was about?

BLACK HAWK OWNER ARTHUR WIRTZ DIES
The Miami Herald
Friday, July 22, 1983
From Herald Wire Services

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TENNIS

The U.S. team in the 1983 Federation Cup at Zurich, Switzerland, refused to play Thursday's scheduled quarterfinal against Yugoslavia, with non-playing team captain Nancy Jeffett saying that her players had not been given enough time to prepare and requesting a 24-hour postponement.

The International Tennis Federation granted the postponement, and the match was rescheduled for today, when two other quarterfinals -- Argentina against Czechoslovakia, and Switzerland against Australia -- also were to be played.

Meanwhile, West Germany moved into the semifinals by defeating Great Britain, 2-1. Claudia Kohde hammered Virginia Wade, 6-2, 6-0, and Bettina Bunge -- a resident of Coral Gables but a citizen of West Germany -- edged Jo Durie, 6-3, 6-4.

Britain gained some consolation by winning a long doubles match as Durie and Anne Hobbs, semifinalists at Wimbledon, defeated Bunge and Kohde, 3-6, 6-4, 10-8.

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Re: 1983

WEST GERMANY WINS BEHIND KOHDE, BUNGE
The Miami Herald
Friday, July 22, 1983
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West Germany moved into the semifinals of the Federation Cup women's team tennis tournament Thursday by taking an unbeatable 2-0 lead over Britain.

After Claudia Kohde had hammered Virginia Wade in just 61 minutes, Bettina Bunge edged Jo Durie, 6-3, 6-4, to put her country, last year's beaten finalists, into the final four.

Earlier, a request by the U.S. team for a postponement of a quarterfinal match against Yugoslavia was upheld by the International Tennis Federation. The match was re-scheduled for today, when two other quarterfinals -- Argentina against Czechoslovakia and Switzerland against Australia -- also will be played.

Durie tried hard to even the match at 1-1 and send it into a decisive doubles in which the British pair of Durie and Anne Hobbs were favored.

One break of service for Bunge decided the opening set but the No. 1 British player took a 2-0 lead early in the second.

Then Bunge, playing her best tennis of the tournament so far, broke back immediately and held her serve for 2-2.

Each player then held service twice but at 4-4 and 30-all, Durie double-faulted at a critical moment to give Bunge break point.

Bunge won the point and then served out the match for a 74- minute victory.

Earlier, Kohde -- ranked 16th in the world and half her opponent's age -- was far too strong for the 38-year-old Wade, whose 100th Federation Cup appearance ended in a crushing 6-3, 6-0 loss.

Kohde won the opening set in 33 minutes. In the second set, a tiring Wade stayed back and paid the penalty.
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Re: 1983

CELTICS PUT ARCHIBALD ON WAIVERS
The Miami Herald
Saturday, July 23, 1983
From Herald Wire Services

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Tennis

Candy Reynolds, beaten in a three-set marathon by Sabrina Goles, teamed with Paula Smith to record a convincing doubles victory and give the United States a 2-1 triumph over Yugoslavia in the quarterfinals of the Federation Cup in Zurich, Switzerland. Goles took three hours and seven minutes to beat Reynolds, 7-5, 3-6, 12-10, marking the first defeat for the United States in the Cup since Tracy Austin lost to Australia's Kerry Melville-Reid in 1978. Andrea Jaeger, the world's third- ranked player, defeated Renata Sasak, 6-4, 6-3 for the Americans' other victory. The U.S. faces third-seeded Czechoslovakia today and No. 2 West Germany faces No. 7 Switzerland ... Italy's Claudio Panatta stunned third-seeded Brian Gottfried, 0-6, 6-4, 6-4 to join top-seeded Jose-Luis Clerc of Argentina in the quarterfinals of the $200,000 D.C. National Bank Tennis Classic in Washington. Clerc beat unseeded Derek Tarr of South Africa, 6-4, 6-2.

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Re: 1983

SCOTT STUNS COE IN MILE MATCHUP
The Miami Herald
Sunday, July 24, 1983
From Herald Wire Services

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Tennis

West Germany and Czechoslovakia reached the Federation Cup final at Zurich, Switzerland, as the United States lost its seven-year hold on the prestigious trophy.

The United States lost both singles matches to Czechoslovakia and then scratched from the doubles because of a groin injury to Candy Reynolds. It was only the seventh time in the competition's 21-year history that the United States had failed to reach the final.

West Germany advanced by defeating Switzerland, 3-0, on singles victories by Claudia Kohde and Bettina Bunge and a doubles victory by Petra Keppeler and Eva Pfaff.

In the U.S.-Czechoslovakia semifinal, Helena Sukova defeated Reynolds, 6-7, 6-2, 6-2. Andrea Jaeger, the world's third- ranked woman, lost to Hana Mandlikova, 7-6, 5-7, 6-3.

More tennis

Top-seeded Guillermo Vilas reached the final of the $100,000 Head Cup Volvo Grand Prix tournament at Kitzbuehel, Austria, with a 6-1, 6-3 victory over Sergio Casal. Vilas will meet second-seeded Henri Leconte, who defeated Jans-Joerg Schwaier, 6-2, 6-1 ... Top-seeded Jose-Luis Clerc crushed Pablo Arraya, 6-1, 6-3, to advance for the fifth straight year to the semifinals of the $200,000 D.C. National Bank Tennis Classic in Washington. Second-seeded Jimmy Arias also advanced with a 7-5, 6-3 victory over sixth-seeded Andres Gomez. Clerc will meet 15th-seeded Mario Martinez, a 7-6, 3-6, 6-2 winner over Claudio Panatta, in today's semifinals. Arias will face amateur Eric Korita, a 6-2, 6-3 winner over Francesco Cancellotti.

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Re: 1983

BORG PONDERING 1984 COMEBACK?
The Miami Herald
Monday, July 25, 1983
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Swedish tennis star Bjorn Borg, who retired from the court six months ago, has planned a comeback for next year, a magazine reports.

Borg, 27, will return to professional play in small tournaments early next year, New York Magazine reported in its Aug. 1 edition.

"Borg was fed up with the tennis establishment and bored, but now he says he misses the limelight," the magazine quoted Borg's "close friend."

The magazine reported the source as saying the athlete planned to compete at Wimbledon and the U.S. Open in 1985.

Borg's agent partially confirmed the planned comeback, the magazine said.

"We've discussed his playing a couple of events next year," said Bob Kain. "I do think he'll do a tournament here and there and he'll see if he enjoys it. It's not the money; it's the competition he might miss."

Borg, ranked No. 1 in the world in 1980, earned $3.6 million during his professional career. He retired last January because he said he had lost the desire to play.

* * *

Czechoslovakia won the Federation Cup tournament for the first time since 1975 Sunday by capturing both singles matches in the final against West Germany in Zurich, Switzerland.

Helena Sukova, an 18-year-old ranked 21st in the world, won the opening match for Czechoslovakia, defeating Claudia Kohde, 6-4, 2-6, 6-2, after a rain delay. Hana Mandlikova won the clincher against Bettina Bunge, who retired because of a strained hamstring when down, 6-2, 3-0.

The West Germans salvaged the meaningless doubles match as Kohde and Eva Pfaff beat Marcella Skuherska and Iva Budarova, 3-6, 6-2, 6-1.

The last time Czechoslovakia won this tournament, the team was led by Martina Navratilova. Navratilova, now an American citizen, helped the 1982 U.S. squad win the Federation Cup for the seventh straight year. The Americans were beaten by Czechoslovakia in Saturday's semifinals.

The Czechs split $64,000 for the victory; the West Germans took home $32,000.

* * *

Top-seeded Jose-Luis Clerc of Argentina and second seed Jimmy Arias of Grand Island, N.Y., scored straight-set victories to move into today's final of a $200,000 tournament in Washington, D.C. Clerc whipped 15th-seeded Mario Martinez of Bolivia, 6-3, 6-3, and Arias stopped SMU junior Eric Korita of Glenview, Ill., 7-6, 6-3. In the U.S. Pro Championships last week in Brookline, Mass., Clerc defeated Arias, 6-3, 6-1, in the final ... Third-seeded Tomas Smid of Czechoslovakia defeated Hungary's Balasz Taroczy, 6-4, 6-4, in the final of the Dutch Grand Prix international tournament at Hilversum, The Netherlands ... Top-seeded Guillermo Vilas of Argentina defeated No. 2 Henri Leconte of France. 7-6, 4-6, 6-4, in the final of the $100,000 Grand Prix Head Cup in Kitzbuehel, Austria. Vilas won the tournament for the fourth time and collected $18,000.
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Re: 1983

That this place existed, still exists, is considered the master method for producing professional tennis players by pundits in the tennis community is a crime. The underlying ideas behind the Bollettieri/IMG assembly-line-instruction-meets-forced-labor-camp-meets-Lord-of-the-Flies-in-Mordor approach are the reasons why tennis and the modern American way are doomed to fail -- and deserve to fail.

It is not the only way. It does not work especially well, if it can be said to work at all. For each pro with the tennis parent(s) from hell that make it far enough for the public to know about them, there are hundreds, perhaps thousands, of horror stories that remain unknown. Jerry Glauser says Lisa loves it, it's her choice, she can quit any time she wants, but you would have to be a fool to believe him.

COURTING FAME NICK BOLLETTIERI SAY HIS GRUELING TENNIS SCHOOL IS THE WAVE OF THE FUTURE FOR ALL SPORTS. HE MAY BE RIGHT. BUT IS IT RIGHT FOR THE KIDS?
The Miami Herald
Sunday, August 7, 1983
STEVE SONSKY, Herald Staff Writer

THE PROMISE

Imagine in the wildest Disney dreams of your childhood the perfect escape from parents and schoolhouse drudgery: They send you to a place where everyone is tanned and pretty and algebra is of little consequence so long as you can count to 40 by 10s and 15s. You do little but play outdoors all day long, and dreams of fairytale stardom and worldwide fame are encouraged and nurtured, and your only end is to become the very best person in the whole world at this game you're playing, and you have lots of friends there and they all have the same interests as you.

Join us then, at The Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy, Bradenton, Fla., where tennis is the game, and fame is the fantasy.

But wait. It turns out that tennis isn't merely a game. It's an industry. It's life. And near death. It hurts.

Bollettieri's workshop is a voluntary gulag on the west coast of the state, about an hour south of Tampa. The school year is nine months long, and it is dedicated to taking your child, whipping him into shape and transforming him in the process into a great tennis player, occasionally great enough to be a millionaire touring pro, always great enough to at least get a college scholarship. (Yes, the kid will go to school school too, four hours a day.)

The cost to you: $1,485 a month. Your kid's price: his freedom. No leaving the compound. No TV. No visitors in the dorm rooms. No swearing. No partying. No fooling -- rooms are searched for contraband. Drugs are contraband. So is beer. So is junk food.

Everyone wakes at 6:45, breakfasts at 7:15, is bused to one of two nearby private schools by 8, bused back at 12:30, plays tennis 'til 4:30, does calisthenics 'til 5:30, dines at 5:45, studies from 7 to 9, and snacks at 9.

Ten p.m. -- Do you know where your children are? Nicholas J. Bollettieri knows where his are. They're in bed, in the dark. They'd better be. At, oh, 10:01, comes the pounding on the door.

On weekends, things lighten up. Saturday night fever: The camp's 180 kids get a chaperoned bus ride to a local shopping mall.

This is also the place that proved too disciplined, the regimen that proved too punishing for Hu Na, the 19-year-old tennis star from China who defected to the West and ended up at Bollettieri's. It seemed the perfect place for a girl from an authoritarian society to ease into America.

It didn't work out. After a few weeks, Hu left to seek treatment for a recurring ankle injury and while she was gone Nick sent her lawyer a letter: He'd prefer she didn't come back.

She wasn't tough enough, says Nick, she wouldn't practice hard enough. "I don't know if she has any idea of the time and dedication needed to become a tennis player," he says.

"I hate it. This place stinks."

Lisa Glauser, 13, has been returning shots from the baseline for 20 minutes, and she is crying now. She is angry that she has been made to cry, and she is screwing up, hammering backhands into the net, hard.

Lisa has been at Bollettieri's for a couple of years. Recently, her game has deteriorated. This will occasionally happen to kids when they grow up. They get lazy. This cannot be tolerated.

"I hate this place." Lisa is screaming. A coach keeps whacking balls at her.

The coach: "It doesn't matter. You're staying here. Shut up and keep moving." Whack.

"I have something in my eye, Greg, and it hurts very badly."

"Let's go, Lisa." Whack.

"I...want...to...get...out of here. I don't like this...this torture."

"Go, Lisa." Whack. "Let's go, Lisa." Whack. "Keep moving, Lisa." Whack. "Run, Lisa..." Whack, whack, whack.

There have always been those such as Rod Carew of Panama, whose devotion to baseball was so great so young that he could overcome his poverty and his father's indifference by fashioning baseballs from wadded newspaper and bats from broom handles; and those such as Brazil's great Pele, who made his own soccer ball
from socks and rags and kicked it and kicked it until it was an extension of his limbs, until greatness was assured.

But these are the exceptions, those of exceptional childhoods, those individually driven toward their dreams.

Nick Bollettieri's camp for aspiring tennis superstars is something different, however. It is organized. It is the beginning of an industry.

Whether the industrialization of children's sports is a good idea or not, it is happening: at the new Olympic training center in Colorado Springs where adolescent athletes have chosen to live, apart from their families, for the lure of a dream; at the homes of gymnastics and ice skating coaches whose bedrooms have turned into dormitories for the children whose parents have
sent them there, for the lure of a dream.

And at Nick Bollettieri's; the kids are lining up to get into Nick Bollettieri's. Because it works; because it produces wonderful tennis players; and because there may be no better way, no better chance, at becoming a star.

One day, if your child harbors dreams of athletic greatness, he may have to go to a school like Nick's to see them fulfilled.

Bollettieri: "If I had to predict, I'd say, in the future, camps like mine will produce all our better athletes. And not just in tennis but in all sports -- football camps, swimming camps.... Like Lombardi, I hope in 30, 40 years, that someone says that Nick Bollettieri has contributed to tennis, to sport."

But is it good for kids?

"Yes," says Nick. "But it's not for everybody."

Then how do you tell whom it's good for, and whom it might hurt?

"One of the things that has made me successful," says Bollettieri, "is being able to tell."

So this is Nicholas J. Bollettieri, a one-time paratrooper turned tennis teacher, whose coaching insights and motivational abilities are packaged with a courtside manner that bullies malleable kids into greatness.

Enough people believe in him, want to learn from him, that business is booming. He has tennis camps too, in Wisconsin, Massachusetts and Spain, more coming soon in France and Japan.

For 20 years he'd been the personal tennis pro of the Rockefellers and tennis director of their swank Dorado Beach Hotel in Puerto Rico. But by 1977 a failed sports camp venture had left him with no job and little money until The Colony Beach and Tennis Resort near Sarasota rescued him by hiring him as its tennis director.

There, he began inviting promising teen players to live and train with him and rapidly discovered there was a market for such nose-to-the-grindstone coaching. The Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy was born at the resort. Students flocked.

By 1981 Bollettieri had built and opened his own $3.5 million 22-acre complex, complete with 32 outdoor courts, clubhouse, offices, sauna, whirlpool, Nautilus equipment and rec room with eight arcade-style video games for the kids. Four new condominium-style buildings were built as dorms, if cramped ones, with eight kids to each 2-bedroom suite.

The academy now grosses nearly $2.5 million a year, including substantial money from endorsements -- a point well established coming and going: at the academy's entranceway, the sign NICK BOLLETTIERI TENNIS ACADEMY has, between the BOLLETTIERI and the TENNIS a giant Prince racquet; on the exit side, an equally large billboard says ELLESSE: THE OFFICIAL CLOTHING OF THE NBTA. There is also an official academy ball (Penn), an official car (Subaru)....

Bollettieri defends the commercialization, explaining that such sponsorships get him scholarship money for nearly two-thirds of his students -- students who couldn't otherwise afford his academy and without whom he couldn't stay open.

The academy has made Bollettieri himself a rich man. He earns about $400,000 a year in personal endorsements, owns a $1.2 million house, a $600,000 condo, and two Mercedes'.

His voice is permanently hoarse. According to legend, it is the legacy of a lifetime of yelling at people. Bollettieri says it's because of air conditioning.

He is never at ease, seems always impatient, tense, as if he were stretched taut, muscle by muscle, onto a sinewy frame. He is 52, mustachioed, 5-foot-10. He seldom sleeps more than four or five hours a night. His wife, wife number four, is stunning, as he'll warn you before you see her. She is 24. She just bore his fourth child. That's four kids, three different mothers, fractured marriages being the price, he says, of being a workaholic determined his whole life to become the very best in the world at what he does.

He may well be. His pupils are currently excelling at all levels of the game. They litter the ranks of the top collegiate players, are sprinkled among the top juniors, and are beginning to make their mark in the pros.

Brian Gottfried, his oldest disciple, with him long before the academy, has ranked as high as third in the world. Many think Jimmy Arias, 18, is the next McEnroe; he won the Italian Open and was seeded 10th at Wimbledon; Aaron Krickstein, 16, may be the best junior player in the country. At 15, Carling Bassett came within a game of beating Chris Evert Lloyd in the finals of the $250,000 WTA Championship.

Bollettieri says he started too late in life at the game, at 19, to become a pro himself. But not too late, on the courts of a North Miami Beach municipal court in the late '50s, while earning extra bucks to put himself through the University of Miami law school, to find out that he had a peculiar talent for immediately spotting what was wrong or right about everyone else's game. And, more important, the talent to motivate them to improve it, to impose discipline on them, and to make them like it.

At the academy, Bollettieri does not make clones of his charges; his staff works with the game kids come with, the game that best suits their personality; its every aspect is broken down, and analyzed.

Witness a single academy report card subject: "The forehand." Subdivided into eight categories, applicable ones checked, things like "loop too high," "laying back the wrist," "doesn't get the racquet below the ball enough on forward spin," "too loose on contact."

The students range in age from 10 to 18 or so, in size from gnat to behemoth. About 70 per cent of the students are male; 30 per cent come from foreign countries. There is a long waiting list.

This shouldn't surprise. There is now $18 million in prize money to be won on the men's professional Grand Prix circuit, up
from $300,000 in 1970. And, for the Bollettieri kid, if they don't make it all the way, there is always college tennis, being a club pro, coaching....

Not even one in 20, probably not one in 50 of the kids at the academy now will make it to the pro tour.

But there is always the chance.

THE PAIN

Jerry Glauser, 36, on the pain his daughter is subjected to:

"Oh, I know all about it. I have no problems with it. I feel that my daughter needs it. When my child was given to Nick, I knew I had to take a step backwards. I believe in him 100 per cent."

Jerry Glauser is a Subaru dealer; academy sponsor Subaru serves up its free cars to Nick through Jerry's dealership, and Nick and Jerry have become friends. Afternoons, Jerry has entrusted his daughter, or at least her destiny, to Nick.
Because the family lives nearby, Lisa does not have to live at the academy like most of the kids.

"Look, some players go out and work and work and work on their own. Lisa needs to be pushed to play to her ability," says Jerry. "Otherwise, she just goes through the motions and she would not become what she wants to be. I think the
pressure's good for her."

Lisa is blonde, blue-eyed, pretty, engaging, and, at 13, undergoing an early entrance into womanhood with all the psychological and physical confusion that accompanies same.

"Guys are always coming up to her," says the proud dad. "Then they find out she's 13."

Bigger problem: Lisa has grown since September from 5-foot-3 to 5-foot-7 1/2. And she has gained some pounds, and some shape, to boot. Her new body has not helped her tennis game.

"She has become clumsy," is how program director and coach Greg Breunich puts it, accurately if bluntly. Breunich, who is just 25, has been with Bollettieri for 10 years, since he was not much older than Lisa, in fact.

"She hasn't yet learned how to control her body again," he says. "And she is lazy. She doesn't want to work [at tennis] as hard anymore. She doesn't realize she has three hard years of work ahead of her now if she wants to play pro."

And that's what Lisa says she wants, says dad, says Lisa. The fame, the fortune, the fun, of being a world-class touring tennis professional. She's fantasized about it since she was a baby, "forever," says Lisa, well, at least since she was 9, anyway.

"I wish I was her," says dad.

"Go, Lisa. Let's go, Lisa. Keep moving, Lisa. Run, Lisa...."

The punishment is continuing.

The other kids are eating a noon lunch of Swedish meatballs and Jell-O after a four-hour summer morning of laps, calisthenics, tennis drills, tennis matches, more calisthenics and more laps.

But Lisa is still on the court. Greg is still slapping balls at her. Lisa is still pouting. Greg is still berating.

This is called "extra help." Its intensity here is not
applied to everyone -- just to those, like Lisa, who aren't working hard enough, for whom the group drills, calisthenics, voluntarism, haven't done enough to show improvement.

Lisa has many excuses. Lisa has something in her eye. Lisa's arm hurts. Lisa has to fix her hair. Finally, Lisa turns her back on Greg. She says she has to compose herself.

"Turn around, Lisa," says Greg. The inflection is sing-song. Her name, each syllable pronounced slowly, distinctly, condescendingly, is a taunt.

"I'm tired of hearing your silly mouth. You gotta run, Lisa. Concentrate, Lisa. Keep it going, Lisa. That's more like it, Lisa. Don't make mistakes, Lisa. Concentrate, Lisa. And RUN. You run for every ball."

She is whimpering. And she is hitting every ball with all her might, overhitting because of her anger, thudding ball after ball into the net.

"Too hard, Lisa," says Greg, hitting them at her faster and faster. "What did Nick say about coming to the net? What did he say, Lisa? Keep it going, Lisa. Volley, Lisa. Keep your feet moving, Lisa. Good, Lisa. Much better, Lisa."

Whipp. Whipp. Thud. Thud. Thud.

They begin to land in the net again.

She stops and turns her back to him again.

"Turn around." he shouts. "That doesn't do anything for you."

"Yes it does. You don't know...."

"No it doesn't. And I don't want to hear your mouth. Let's go..."

"Wait, my shoelace...."

She turns her back again.

"LISA, STOP THAT. THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT, YOU'RE GONNA DO LAPS.. YOU'RE GONNA PLAY, AND YOU'RE GONNA KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT... YOU UNDERSTAND?"

She is crying.

"YOU UNDERSTAND? HEY, LISA."

"Yes."

"OK."

Whipp. Whipp. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"You don't care about me...."

"I only care about your playing tennis."

"Well...."

"What did I say? I don't want to hear your mouth. Now listen to me. You're going to close your mouth and you're going to work hard. Your parents didn't bring you up to talk back to me."

"But...."

"NO BUTS. This is a one-way conversation. Let's go."

Whipp. Whipp. Thud. Thud. Thud.

"I...want...to...get...out of here." She turns her back and sobs. Her shoulders are heaving.

"We're staying. If you'd just put together 15 minutes, we'd be out of here."

"I don't like this...this torture."

And so it goes. Finally, Lisa, her cheeks still flush red and damp, is freed to retire to the lockers.

Jerry Glauser: "You have to understand the sport she's in. If she can't handle it, she shouldn't be in it. She comes back every day, and she's fine. She loves the game.

"This is her choice. Not mine. And she loves being at the tennis academy. Oh sure, I'm sure she does it a little bit for me. But she knows at any time she can quit. If she ever came home and said, 'I quit,' I'd talk to her, make sure it's what she really wants, and if it really was, I would live with it."

Lisa Glauser: "I guess I'm here because my father believes in me. And Nick believes in me. There are so many days I go home crying, saying I want to quit -- and my father will ask why. And even if I lost 0 and 0, he's behind me. And I feel better. When I was a young girl, I believed in myself so much. But I had a bad year this year.

"I used to go home and say I had a bad day and my father would get mad and he'd make me say it was excellent. I'd have to say it was excellent. And he would be right. It was.

"Every night before I go to bed he always asks me 'Who do you love?' And I say him. And then I ask him 'Who does he love?' Me. Every night we do this. Always."

Ten minutes after Lisa Glauser went tearfully into the ladies locker room, she emerged, showered, changed, and cheerful.

She insisted that she hadn't meant what she'd said on the court. "I enjoy this place very much," she said. "I get frustrated at times, that's all."

"HE'S ALWAYS RIGHT."

Nick's Code of Behavior: Don't do anything John McEnroe does. Except win. No swearing, pouting or abusing racquets. Violators are ordered off the court. Or worse.

Once, Bollettieri spied his star pupil Jimmy Arias bang his racquet on the ground after missing a shot. Bollettieri promptly grabbed the racquet from the boy and smashed it completely, telling him if he was going to hit something, he should hit it right.

The lesson took. Sportswriters have described Arias as a "McEnroe with manners."

The word the kids use over and over again in describing Nick and the academy: "intimidating."

"But that's good," says Bobby Blair, 18, a recent graduate of the academy and once 1 in the state in his age group. "Because when you're intimidated, you listen well. You do what they tell you. But I'll tell you -- I don't do it because I'm scared. I do it because I respect him."

Lisa Glauser: "Oh sure he yells at you...but no one says as many nice things, either. Kids are so intimidated by him that when he yells, they get terrified. But that only lasts, oh, about two hours. And when he praises you -- that'll last a week."

On this morning about 40 kids are spread out among the 32 tennis courts.

As they play, Bollettieri's head swivels with each child's stroke, eyes ever vigilant for a stylistic error which, uncorrected, could hinder or destroy his chance to be the next...whomever.

"Nick's court," they call his spot, court number one, the court closest to the clubhouse, the court from which he surveys all that goes on, the court where he gives his private lessons when necessary, where he paces, where he patrols, where he strikes fear into the hearts of kids fortunate/unfortunate enough to catch his glance.

And where the telephone is. For there are the Bollettieri ears, too, equally vigilant, tuned to the loudspeaker overhead which, every few minutes, will summon him to the telephone he never wanders too far from lest its next ring bring the next big business deal.

"The academy opening in Japan," he is telling a visitor, "will be one of the most beautiful tennis academies in the world...."

Suddenly he bolts, throws open a gate that leads to some of the courts, and begins to scream -- hoarsely, of course -- at some distant player, it's not clear whom.

"IF THE BALL WAS ON THE LINE, YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE AN ATTEMPT AT IT, INSTEAD OF JUST LOOKING AT IT.."

Four courts distant, a boy freezes, stares, nods.

A tennis court is 36 feet wide. Allowing for space between courts, this shot on the line occurred maybe 200 feet, two- thirds of a football field, from where Bollettieri was standing. Later, the boy confirms: The shot was indeed on the line and he did let it go because he thought it would be out, he says sheepishly.

"He's like really amazing," says another student. "He'll be like four courts away and yell something to you like move your grip a little bit to the left, and he'll be right. He's always right."

The loudspeaker erupts: "NICK, PLEASE PICK UP THE OUTSIDE LINE...."

"I hear you," he says, shouting into the phone. "Your son is here. He's playing." He scopes the courts and fixes on a boy nearby, tanned, Mediterranean looking, volleying. "He's got good touch and moves well," Nick tells the telephone. He watches some more. "He needs to work on his backhand. And he needs strength in the upper part of his body. Greg will put him on the Nautilus this summer. But he strokes the ball very well. OK. OK. Thank you." He hangs up.

"That was Greece," he says. He motions Breunich over. "Greg," he says, pointing, "the boy from Greece...."

"Uh, that's a boy from Brazil," says Greg.

"Where's the boy from Greece?"

"Over there. The little one."

"Uh, what's the story on him?"

"He's so-so. He's only 14. He's got potential. He can be improved quite a bit...."

"I'd put him on a program to develop his upper body strength," says Bollettieri, not missing a beat. Bruenich nods in agreement. Nick's assistants always nod in agreement, and never question what Nick says. They jump when he calls, perhaps remembering their training as children. They are fiercely loyal. But behind his back they do call him "the czar." "Nick's got a lot of names," Breunich jokes.

His viewing done, Bollettieri disappears into his office in the clubhouse to make some calls. It is 9:25 a.m. He has been outside for a half hour. He'll be out for another half hour later in the day. The kids drill all day.

"He should be around a lot more," griped one boy back in his dorm room that night. "I haven't even volleyed at all with him yet. He's too busy getting his picture taken."

Bollettieri denies that the average kid at the academy is deprived of his attention. Every kid's playing style is observed by him, say his brochures, evaluated by him, and instructions for improvement implemented by him or an assistant.

"I am getting good matches every day and getting better," says the boy. "Maybe I'll get to hit with Nick tomorrow."

Unlikely. Tomorrow, Nick was leaving the Bradenton camp -- for the summer -- for the camp in Wisconsin.

"I LOST MYSELF...."

There is fallout from the academy.

"It's not for everybody" is the common refrain, a caveat Nick and staff often cite in defense of their harshness, with the accompanying assurance that kids with different temperaments are treated differently and that kids who shouldn't be there in the first place, who are pushed into it perhaps, by their parents, are weeded out and sent home.

Hy Zausner, head of the Port Washington Tennis Academy on Long Island, and a former partner of Bollettieri's in that venture: "Nick is a good coach. He knows what he's doing. But... we think there would be children too young for this. We don't think that's the way to handle children. But the parent is the one who makes the decision to send them. And some just want to live through their kids."

Ralph Campbell, Nick's business manager: "The great majority of kids respond to discipline. If you set the parameters, even though the discipline is strict and the words occasionally harsh, kids respond to it. They want to know what is expected of them. Life is easier for them when you set down guidelines. And most of the kids who come here are very mature, very self-directed, very motivated already. They want this."

Greg Breunich: "Most of the kids do want to be here. On Saturday and Sunday, when they can do what they want, you'll still find them playing tennis. We send home the ones sent here
because their parents wanted them out. You can tell them right away on the court. I've never seen it reach the point where we damaged anybody personality-wise."

There are those, though, who do buckle.

Lisa Glauser: "I know one kid whose parents make him stay who cuts his strings deliberately to avoid playing."

Hyoung Suksong, 13, from South Korea, has been at the academy 2 1/2 years. He is polite and shy and his English is still marginal and ask him how he likes it there and he says fine.

A roommate blows the whistle on him: "It's not true. He wants to go home. He tries to get kicked out in his own way. He calls the coaches ******s. And he sleeps in a lot."

Breunich: "Not Hyoung. Hyoung loves to play. He's gonna be here another three years." And Bruenich says he knows of no string-cutters.

And then there was Lori Kosten. At 12, she was ranked second in the U.S. in her age group and won the Orange Bowl competition in Miami for juniors. She won it again when she was 14. She begged her parents to send her to Bollettieri's. It was a mistake. The intensity, the single-mindedness, the competition, being grouped with many kids just as good or better than she, being away from a family that had always sheltered her, were all too much.

She grew depressed, even contemplated suicide, Lori says. "I had never really lost before," she says now from her Memphis home. "I didn't know how to handle it."

When Bollettieri realized what was happening to her, he sought to reassure her, told her not to worry, that it was OK to lose occasionally. She didn't know what to make of that. She had always wanted to be the best, had always been encouraged to be the best.

At 15, she went home, quit the game and didn't pick up a racquet for nine months.

She doesn't blame Nick, whom she still calls "the greatest coach in the world."

"But I lost myself there," she says. "I lost my identity. I lost the things I was closest to. I was very lonely. It turned me into a person I really didn't like. I didn't have an identity anymore. I couldn't get used to the restrictions."

Only now, at 18, does she feel capable of playing again. She began a little bit at a time, at first just for fun. Next year she is taking the plunge again. She is going to college at Tulane. On a tennis scholarship.

Nick bristles at accusations that he pushes kids too far. The desire to win at all costs, he says, is already within them.

"Look, it's not just me. It's the parents. It starts in the home. Let me put it this way. If you gave parents a truthful survey, and said 'do you want your kids to stop winning or do you want us to continue doing what's necessary to help them win?' -- well, with prize monies of $80,000 and $100,000 in these tournaments now, and they keep on going up, well what do you think? What do we all work for anyway? Money."
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Re: 1983

Teen-ager Carling Bassett adds bright new look to women's tennis
The Christian Science Monitor
Monday, August 22, 1983
Phil Elderkin

Carling Bassett is 15 years old, model-like in appearance, and possessor of the same mental toughness that characterized Chris Evert, Tracy Austin, and Andrea Jaeger when they first joined the women's pro tennis tour. Most of her tan is so rich that it looks as though she used industrial-strength cocoa butter.

Forty years ago Carling would have been cast as one of Mickey Rooney's girlfriends in an Andy Hardy movie. She knows how to dress; how to talk; how to conduct interviews; all the while maintaining that fresh-scrubbed look. Her keen interest in boys also gives her youth away.

The world got its first real look at Bassett through national television last April, when she went to the finals of the $250,000 WTA Championships at Amelia Island in Florida. Carling had hooked into Chris Evert Lloyd for a 4-2 lead in the third set of their match and then blew it when she lacked the necessary experience to reel her in.

But Carling is learning; each win or loss against a top player driving another staple into what is already a near unflappable disposition on a tennis court. It takes more than just a big name on the other side of the net to beat Bassett; it also takes consistency.

Basically, Carling returns service well, but her main strengths right now are her footwork (she gets to nearly everything), plus a better-than-average forehand. Already she has beaten several of the best young players on the tour, including Hana Mandlikova and Bettina Bunge.

Bassett seems to be insulated from ordinary pressures by the kind of confidence that comes when you believe that if you don't beat your opponent this time, then you surely will the next.

This is the same fabric from which champions are cut, and most tennis experts rate Carling's steady improvement on a par with what Evert and Austin were able to accomplish while they were still kids. Already opponents have begun to note the increased variety and imagination in her game.

Carling's father (John Bassett) is a clever businessman, a millionaire who is also the principal owner of the Tampa Bay Bandits of the United States Football League. Bassett and his wife, Susan, have three other children besides Carling, including one son, John, and two more daughters, Vickie and Heidi.

Their home base is Toronto and they spend a lot of time together as a family, except when Carling is taking lessons at Nick Bollettieri's Tennis Academy in Florida. Even then her father, who was a member of Canada's Davis Cup team at age 20, sometimes jets down on weekends.

For a young lady who has never had to worry about finances in terms of lessons, clothes, or travel expenses, Carling has an enormous amount of drive. She is the kind who pushes herself naturally; understands the value of practice; and will spend hours working with a coach, which probably explains why her ground strokes are so good.

Where most young players nearly always think safety first on the big points, Bassett often hits all out. Obviously she loves competition. Give her a challenge and she'll respond to it; give her a set up and she is quick to take advantage of it. The women's pro tour, which can always use a new personality with talent, especially with Martina Navratilova dominating everything right now, is delighted to have her.

While most people might find it difficult to think of Carling as ''the girl next door'' off the court, her likes and dislikes are no different than most teen-agers. When she isn't on tour, according to reports, she makes do on an allowance of $10 a week.

When John Bassett decided to turn movie producer last year, Carling of course thought that she should certainly be in his first picture, especially after reading the script and discovering a part for a teen-age, tennis-playing daughter.

At first her father wasn't too keen on her leaving the tennis tour and becoming a temporary actress. In fact, he actually auditioned several other girls for the role. But eventually Carling ended up playing Susan Anton's daughter in the film ''Spring Fever,'' which opened in theaters around the country last December.

''Having a part in that picture was a lot of fun,'' Carling told reporters. ''It didn't make me nearly as nervous as playing tennis, because if you goof up a scene, you can always go back and do it over. It sure wasn't like tennis, where you have to learn to live with your mistakes!''
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Re: 1983

AMERICANS LIKELY TO KEEP OPEN TITLE
The Miami Herald
Wednesday, August 24, 1983
JIM MARTZ, Herald Sports Writer

Ever since the U.S. Open moved from Forest Hills to the asphalt jungle of Flushing Meadow in 1978, only Americans have won the singles championships. Look for John McEnroe and Chris Evert Lloyd to keep that form intact in the tournament beginning Monday.

The men's title, in fact, has been the exclusive property of lefthanders. Jimmy Connors prevailed in '78 and last year, and John McEnroe won in '79, '80 and '81. The women's title has been owned by Evert ('78, '80 and '82) and Tracy Austin ('79 and '81).

Two foreigners with the potential to break the McEnroe-Connors lock are Czechoslovakia's Ivan Lendl and Sweden's Mats Wilander, who just proved he can survive on hard courts by defeating McEnroe and Lendl in winning the ATP Championship at Mason, Ohio. Connors, who will turn 31 during the two-week tournament, will be pressed to defend his championship, although he thrives on the noise and distractions at the Open.

Though Martina Navratilova is now a U.S. citizen and "owns" Evert this year with a 4-0 record, history favors Evert to win her seventh Open. Navratilova never has done well at Flushing Meadow, reaching the final only once. And Evert has won the Open nearly every year she has lost at Wimbledon.

"I work harder if I lose at Wimbledon," says Evert, who was stunned by Kathy Jordan at the All-England Club this summer, marking the first time she hadn't reached the semifinals of a Grand Slam event. "It gets me motivated and angry."

* * *

Butch Buchholz's vision of holding a $1.5-million men's and women's "Winter Wimbledon" in Broward County in two years at the new Weston development has run into a problem. Though the Men's International Professional Tennis Council favors the plan, the women's Association of Tournament Directors is strongly opposed.

The association says the tournament would conflict with four others currently on the schedule and would lessen the importance of the Virginia Slims Championships in New York.

* * *

Passing shots: Howard Winitsky, calling himself a "proud brother," points out that Van Winitsky, not Larry Gottfried, was the last South Florida player to win a USTA national boys' title before Greg Levine won the recent 14s tournament. We incorrectly reported last week that Gottfried's victory over McEnroe in the 18s in 1976 was the last for an area player. But Van won the 18s in 1977, defeating John Benson in the final ... In the City Team Championships, Miami finished third in the girls' division at Dallas, and Fort Lauderdale was fourth in the boys' division at Kansas City. San Diego won both tournaments ... Who says umpires are meanies? The South Florida Professional Tennis Umpires Association contributed $500 that made it possible for the Miami team to attend the tournament. The association gave $250 to the Florida Youth Tennis Foundation earlier this year ... Former University of Miami All-American and Davis Cup player Jerry Moss and his daughter, Caryn, 12, of Pembroke Pines, won the regional father-daughter division of the Equitable Family Challenge to qualify for the national tournament at Flushing Meadow during the U.S. Open ... Susana Rojas, who has won national championships in four age groups in Mexico and the Orange Bowl 14s, has signed a scholarship with UM.

MARTZ'S U.S. OPEN LINE

Men

John McEnroe..................3-5

Ivan Lendl.................. 3-1

Jimmy Connors.................5-1

Mats Wilander.................10-1

Yannick Noah..................15-1

Kevi Curren...................20-1

Guillermo Vilas..............25-1

Jimmy Arias.................. 30-1

Jose-Luis Clerc...............35-1

Women

Chris Evert Lloyd.............2-1

Martina Navratilova...........3-1

Andrea Jaeger.................7-1

Tracy Austin..................8-1

Pam Shriver...................15-1

Billie Jean King.............20-1

Andrea Temesvari..............25-1

Hana Mandlikova...............25-1

Wendy Turnbull................35-1
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Re: 1983

MARTINA
The Miami Herald
Friday, August 26, 1983
PETER RICHMOND, Herald Sports Writer

Eyes lost beneath bottomless black lenses under a bleary August sun, Mike Estep leans forward in his lawn chair and drops his voice a notch, almost conspiratorially, as corporate drinkers amble past the table on their way from private tent to private tent.

"You know what? You can mention Chris' name," he says. "But you have to follow it with 'Evert' for people to know who you're talking about. You can say 'Johnny,' but unless you say, 'Here's Johnny,' it could be anyone.

"But Martina? There's only one Martina. How many people in history can you say that about? Maybe Fabian."

Pen freezes a few inches over notebook, in midstroke.

Fabian?

Martina Navratilova's coach has obviously given a great deal of thought to her famous first name, which indicates he has some appreciation of his charge's prominence in athletic history.

On the other hand, his incongruous lumping of his internationally celebrated pupil with a Frankie Avalon clone whose memory provokes nothing more than a wince indicates that, perhaps, Mike Estep's perspective is a little skewed.

Navratilova's isn't.

She is now moving through women's tennis with an unwavering resolve, without a hint of frivolity or an ounce of unresolve. Pushed by Estep to daily physical limits she has never attained before, chasing shots she never thought she could make, she is defending her turf as emphatically as any modern champion.

On the court against her, high school baseliners throw up well-tanned arms in exasperation, awkward adolescent frustration blossomming pink on ribbon-and-lace faces. Standing acres behind the baseline as Navratilova bounds to the net to spike another ball four rows deep, they look like fawns caught in a pair of high-beam headlights on a country highway.

Off the court, Navratilova carries herself with indisputable pride in her carriage. Electrons seem to rearrange in her path. Onlookers, frozen, stop and gape in her wake as she lopes by, striking face immobile.

There is the rest of the women's tennis tour, and there is Martina Navratilova.

"She has to earn it over a number of years, the way Chris did," says Billie Jean King. "But let's just say that hypothetically, if she stays healthy, and if things a continue the way things are, she could be the greatest women's tennis player ever."

She has lost four tournament matches in the last year and a half. She lost three of 91 matches in 1982 and compiled earnings of $1,475.055. This year she has been defeated only in the French Open, where 17-year-old Kathy Horvath broke her spell. The only successful strategy for her co-finalist at Wimbledon, Andrea Jaeger, was a giggle.

Last week in Toronto, Navratilova took Horvath apart in straight sets, with a purpose.

Personal barriers

"When you lose so few," she said, "you never forget the losses."

The only barriers left for Martina Navratilova, save a U.S. Open title, are those she erects for herself. The motivation must be of her own fashioning.

"I will keep it up," she says, meeting your eyes square on. "It's my second year at No. 1 and I'm not about to let up. In 1978 and 1979 I thought I could relax. I know now I can't. The big thing is to maintain the tenacity. I have tasted what I can do. I just don't want to settle for anything less.

"I always wanted to reach my potential," she says, "and I still don't know where that is. I'm closer now than I used to be. I'll know when I get there."

"As long as she isn't as good as the men," says Mike Estep, with the tone of a man clearly enjoying his moments in the sun, "then there's room to improve. Obviously, she hasn't done enough yet, or she would have quit."

"I just enjoy it," she says, and there's no way of knowing whether she means it.

It's no longer a question of beating her, and so coming close serves as an emblem of accomplishment.

"I was within two points of match point in Orlando," said Hana Mandlikova. "She can be beaten."

"I had match point in Orlando," said Yugoslavia's Mima Jausovec.

"Hopefully, you have to just wait for her to crack," said Kathy Jordan. "But it's not going to happen."

"I beat her two years ago," said Claudia Kohde, 15th on the Women's Tennis Association computer. "But she is now 100 percent better. If I played her now, I would try to win, for sure. But it's impossible. I played her two years ago and beat her. But at Wimbledon this year she beat me in 40 minutes. She played like a man."

It's a common refrain. Whenever Navratilova takes the court, it often looks like more of a mismatch than it is. In her opponents' small hands, the oversized racquet looks like some big, clumsy, primitive tool that is, in fact, controlling its wielder. With Navratilova, the racquet is just part of her arm.

In fact, it's a fair indication of her domination that when Evert suggested, smiling, after a tournament two weeks ago that she play with the men, the remark was taken in different lights in different quarters.

"I think she should," said Mima Jausovec. "I think a lot of players feel she should."

"What Chris said was wrong," said Kohde, an ardent admirer of Navratilova. "This is not right. They say she is not normal. She is normal. She is practicing very hard, all the time. She is eating right. She is doing everything in her life for tennis. What is not normal? If you do something, you do it. What she does, this is what I want to do."

Evert was kidding. But there's no question the question is being tossed about. As King says, "There are very few women born into that gene pool. For the thin girls, there's only so much muscle fiber to develop."

"I'm not interested," Navratilova says. "It's like saying to John McEnroe, 'You've beaten everyone else, now go play football.' "

But no one can challenge. No one comes close. There is no tension in the game anymore.

Getting flowers

"Does it bother people that Wayne Gretzky is so great?" she answers, analogy at the ready. "He has dominated the game the last two years and people still come out to watch him. Did Ali bother people? ... The men are stronger and faster. They are built differently. I don't have their muscle strength. I'll stick to the women's tour. Besides, women receive flowers when they win tournaments. I like getting flowers."

It is generally perceived that Navratilova, her hair a bright blond, her wrists adorned by jewel-bedecked bracelets, is making efforts to appear more feminine.

"The clothes she's been wearing lately are unreal," says King. "But there's nothing wrong with that. I don't think she's doing it for anyone else. She's doing it for herself. It makes you feel good to look good."

But under the bracelets bulge blue veins that ride rolling, tanned muscles, veins that climb up her arms like vines. There is a weight room in her house in Norfolk, Va., and she has a separate coach for her weight regimen. She plays one-on-one and two-on-two full-court basketball for an hour at a stretch. Her upper legs are far more muscular than most of her peers', and she can bound from one corner of the baseline to another with the seeming ease of a Borg.

"She'd never win against men," says Estep. "I can beat the hell out of her. Her serve is 72 mph. The average men serve over 100, the good ones up to 130 and 140. Therefore, she couldn't win a serve. Therefore, she couldn't win a match."

Says Evert: "Martina and I couldn't beat No. 5000 on the men's tour."

But Kilsch Jurgen, Kohde's coach, differs strongly. "Last year Claudia played two men in a tournament in Germany.

"She beat a man who was No. 300 on the ATP computer -- a man who had played eight match points with Tomas Smid. It can be done."

In the meantime, there is the Open, and until she's won in Flushing Meadow, there will be nothing to distract her. She is a separate entity on the tour these days. In Toronto, where the rest of the women shuttled from the hotel to the York University courts in the morning, milled about the grounds between matches and shuttled home in the evening, Navratilova, sans entourage, spent all of her time in the hotel, descending once a day to a black limousine with her chihuahua in hand.

Her presence dominates the atmosphere of a tournament the way her play dominates the events on the court.

Fabian? Try Sinatra.

But it is also clear that, whatever fraternity exists among the women and girls on the WTA tour, Navratilova does not move within it.

"I don't talk to her anymore -- she's in her own world," says Jausovec, who used to room with Navratilova on the tour when both first started coming over from Eastern Europe. "She's minding her own business now. She has chosen that. But I would never change my life for hers, so that I could be No. 1. I would rather be No. 30 and have the life I have now. I have a great life. I have so many friends."

Says Navratilova: "I don't see resentment from other players. If they'd ask me for tips, I'd tell them. They treat me the same, maybe the same respect I have for Virginia Wade and Billie Jean King. I still look up to them."

Challengers fall

For King, the feeling is mutual, although she says that if both she and Margaret Court had played when they had the benefit of the modern tennis training technology -- videotapes, coaches, weights to prevent injuries, pulse counts -- both would have beaten Navratilova.

"Give her more time," says King. "She's still in the process of earning it. But there simply aren't that many people born into that gene pool of Martina's. And, unfortunately for the game, I don't see anyone on the horizon. I don't see anyone challenging her."

A few years ago, as Evert and Navratilova dueled at the top, the emergence of Tracy Austin and Andrea Jaeger offered the immediate promise of competitive women's professional tennis.

Something went awry. Austin has suffered a series of minor injuries. Jaeger has not progressed at the pace that Navratilova has, physically or with respect to technique. The new breed of baseliners -- Kathy Rinaldi, Carling Bassett, Horvath -- hasn't the strength or the conditioning.

And Evert? Until the Player's Challenge, she hadn't mounted a serious threat to Navratilova in more than a year. In Toronto, she took a set.

"Concerned? Yeah, I'm concerned," says Evert, now matured far beyond the beribboned young woman of baseline fame, almost weary at the prospect of another Open duel. "I've been a winner most of my life. I was No. 1 for seven years. I felt it was a normal ranking. When you're knocked to No. 2, it's a shock.

"I'm not ready to concede. I don't go out to the court thinking, 'Here goes another loss.' But she's playing very, very well. Time is running out if I'm going to beat her at the Open, but I know what I have to do. I've done it before. I have to get in about 15 or 20 percent better shape."

Says Navratilova, savoring the evaluation of this modern-day Hector-Achilles antagonism: "I could always beat her on a good day. Now I know I don't have to play great, 100 percent, to win. She knows she has to play really great to beat me. She still has the edge in over-all terms. But I've been gaining a lot lately."

In huge gulps. Not coincidentally, in the last two years, her on-court composure has increased, a direct corollary to the one-minded devotion she has given to her game. The emotions haven't been suppressed. They've just grown up.

"But I don't want to be a picture of non-emotion," she says. You can smile on the court. Why can't you frown?

"Besides -- it doesn't matter if you show it; it's whether you're upset or not inside that matters. I still get upset inside. I still feel what I want to. I'm not any better person because I'm a good tennis player. It doesn't matter what you do on the court. It's what you do off the court."

Matter of evolution

Navratilova is the consummate serve-and-volley athlete in a sport that has emphasized baseline play ever since Evert came to the fore.

And with the emergence of a Bassett or Rinaldi for every Kohde or Eva Pfaff or Helena Sukova -- and most of the publicity going to the braided blonds -- an evolution toward the European style of play will be slow in coming, especially with Navratilova's dominance receiving very little publicity compared to Evert's in a prior age.

"Since 1975, my rise has been gradual," Navratilova said. "I was not in the limelight. Austin was on the cover of Sports Illustrated before she was on the circuit. They had a certain notoriety -- more stardom. These kids are already millionaires. I was a nobody until I defected."

In the meantime, in her homeland, she is no longer a hero.

"There are no articles about her, no one talks of her," says Czechoslovakian Sukova, 29th in the WTA rankings, whose mother used to coach Navratilova. "It is strange when you leave your country. Now she is doing something wrong. The only thing you can say is that it is something wrong. She was the idol before. Not now."

But she remains the standard against which all female tennis players must be measured.

"I don't think of myself as unbeatable," Navratilova says. "I simply go out with each match and hope that that will be good enough. So far, it has been."

And for how long?

"Not forever. Until I'm 40? Thirteen years from now, I'll probably have glasses, hobbling up to the net," she says, smiling widely, fashioning glasses from her fingers and peering through them like binoculars. "I always felt that at 30 I'd reevaluate. Mentally, that's another stage. I'll probably get into something else. That's a matter of evolution.

"The idea is to not burn out. But I've never been one of those to do only tennis."

This month, she will do only tennis. Flushing Meadow has long been her Waterloo. She is reminded of a film clip showing her crying after an Open loss.

"When tennis seemed to be the only thing I had," she said, "and you lost it in the first round of the Open, you'd cry, too."

Which makes this year's version somewhat important.

"How important," she asks, "is the sun rising in the morning?"
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Re: 1983

MCENROE DRAWS WALTKE FOR FIRST ROUND OF THE OPEN
The Philadelphia Inquirer
Friday, August 26, 1983
From Inquirer Wire Services

Trey Waltke, who delighted the crowds at Wimbledon when he showed up on court with long white pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, will face top-seeded John McEnroe in an opening-round match of the U.S. Open Championships.

The world's richest tennis tournament, with a total purse of more than $2 million, begins its 13-day run on Tuesday at the National Tennis Center in Flushing Meadow.

Waltke, who conceded that he dressed in the tennis style of the 1930s to draw attention to himself, was a second-round victim of Czechoslovakia's Ivan Lendl at Wimbledon. Here, in McEnroe, he will face a three-time U.S. Open champion and this year's Wimbledon winner.

Lendl, seeded No. 2 and looking to win his first Grand Slam tournament, will take on Florin Segarceanu of Romania in the first round.

Jimmy Connors, who is seeded third, will open defense of the title he won on the hard courts at Flushing Meadow a year ago when he meets Ramesh Krishnan of India.

The draw could produce one semifinal pitting McEnroe against Connors and another pitting Lendl against Yannick Noah, the French Open champion.

The defending women's champion, Chris Evert Lloyd, will meet a qualifier yet to be determined in her first-round match. Lloyd, a six-time U.S. Open champion, is seeded second behind Martina Navratilova, who will be looking to win America's premier tennis event for the first time.

Navratilova, who has dominated the women's tour for the last two years and has earned nearly $5 million during her career, will play Emilse Raponi Longo of Argentina in the opening round.

Besides the $120,000 purse awaiting the winner, Navratilova would collect a $500,000 bonus if she won here. She has captured two of the four tournaments that make up the Playtex Challenge - four events on four different surfaces. She won the Family Circle Cup at Hilton Head Island, S.C., on clay and Wimbledon on grass. Barbara Potter took the first leg, the U.S. Women's Indoor, on carpet.

Potter, seeded 11th in the 128-player field, will play Beth Norton in her first-round match.

The semifinals could pit Navratilova against Andrea Jaeger in a repeat of the Wimbledon final and Lloyd against Tracy Austin, a two-time U.S. Open winner.

Noah, the first Frenchman to capture the French Open since 1946, is seeded fourth in this, the third of the four Grand Slam tournaments - a group that includes the French Open, Wimbledon and the Australian Open. His first-round foe will be Scott Davis.

Only two of the top 122 women in the Women's Tennis Association computer rankings will not play in the singles - Bettina Bunge of West Germany and Billie Jean King, a four-time singles champion here. King will compete in the women's doubles and mixed doubles.

Other players who entered the tournament but were forced to pull out
because of injuries were Claudia Pasquale of Switzerland, Wojtek Fibak of Poland, Henri Leconte and Dominique Bedel of France, Raul Ramirez of Mexico, Ginny Purdy, Hank Pfister and Mike Cahill.
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Re: 1983

SPORTS SHORTS
The Philadelphia Inquirer
Saturday, August 27, 1983
Compiled by The Inquirer Staff

[...]
TENNIS

MAHWAH, N.J. - Second-seeded Hana Mandlikova reached the semifinals of the $125,000 Virginia Slims of New Jersey tournament with a 6-2, 6-3 victory over Virginia Ruzici of Romania at Ramapo College. In other quarterfinals, sixth-seeded Jo Durie of England scored a 6-3, 7-5 victory over Helena Sukova of Czechoslovakia, and unseeded Camille Benjamin upset 13th-seeded Rosalyn Fairbank of South Africa 6-2, 6-3.

NEW YORK - Two seeded players, Kevin Curren of South Africa and Evonne Goolagong of Australia, withdrew from the U.S. Open Championships, which begins Tuesday.

Curren, seeded seventh in the men's singles, pulled out with an injured right wrist. Goolagong, the 16th seed in the women's singles, said she felt she was not properly prepared. Their spots in the draw will be taken by "lucky losers," the highest-ranked players who lose in the final round of qualifying.

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