I’m a tennis addict
I might add: and I’m proud of it!
No, wait, this doesn’t mean I play tennis. I have never played tennis. My father tried to teach me something when I was a little girl, but then, due to lack of time, I didn’t continue.
No, I don’t play tennis. I like watching others do it, especially good ones.
I discovered this passion of mine only a few years ago. In the past I watched this sport with curiosity, but only every now and then I had the opportunity to watch a match, also because it was objectively more difficult to catch one on free-to-air TV in Italy before the arrival of SuperTennis (the FITP - Italian tennis federation - channel). But every time, I was hypnotised by that ball that went back and forth on the court and by the prowess of those guys and gals who hit it.
This probably comes from the fact that my father played when he was young and there was a court right in our apartment block, so it wasn’t uncommon to find some used tennis balls among my toys.
But then I concentrated on football, on supporting Cagliari (the team from my city), which I still do.
Then came the pandemic, and tennis, being a non-contact sport, was one of the first to resume. So I started following it more consistently, and in a short time I was hooked.
