She made me do it, she made me eat of the apple of the tree of knowledge of bad and evil tennis shots. One bad move and out with the Ibuprofen and ice-packs (aka alternating bags of fruz blackcurrants and goosegogs). Why don’t we stick to good ol’ gentle golf??
Sorry lads, won’t be there the morrow. At least the KO has a week to run – and at least something’s capable of running … Any budding refosnewscasters?