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Chris Evert – a symbol of the era
A tennis bracelet is a classic piece of jewelry. Usually they are made of white gold or platinum and encrusted with even, identical diamonds. The bracelet fits tightly on the wrist and holds well on the hand, therefore it is popular among athletes.
The name of the decoration was given by the American Chris Evert. Before the US Open-1987, they were called differently, but then Evert asked the referee to stop the match because her bracelet was unfastened and was lost during the rally. In a conversation with the referee and the subsequent discussion, she christened him a “tennis bracelet”. The designation is fixed.
Another, more specialized, element of Evert’s legacy is the hashtag #shitchrissiesays (the nonsense Chrissy bears) that scattered in the early 2010s. The American then just started commenting and was famous for poor preparation for reports and opinions that were based on facts from parallel realities. Among the main memes: the backhand is the best blow of Stosur, Svitolina is the power tennis player of the Mugurusi plan, and Bouchard will crush Kvitova Continue reading
Björn Borg
Björn Borg was a real star on the court with his incredible game, attractive appearance and icy calm. For this he was nicknamed “Ice man.” With 11 Grand Slam titles, the Borg set numerous records. Its unprecedented fame and consistent success have helped to increase the popularity of tennis in the 1970s. In 1979, Bjorn became the first player to earn more than a million dollars in prize money in one season. That time was called nothing more than “Borgomania”.
Tennis from 9 years old
Björn Borg was born in Stockholm, Sweden in 1956. As a hockey fan, he fell in love with tennis when his Continue reading
John McEnroe: from the autobiographical book “Seriously”
Until this very day, I often have the feeling that my name is written right on my forehead. It is difficult to walk along the street, wherever it is, without someone noticing me and not shouting, as if we were in fifth grade together.
In most cases, it’s nice. Of course, I can survive without being asked for an autograph in the middle of dinner. And in fact, I do not like to give autographs to those who are more than 11-12 years old. Well, what can my handwriting, like a chicken’s paw, give a person, if he is not a child – well, maybe, apart from money in the market for sports paraphernalia? And believe me, my signature is not that much worth it. I don’t get tired of such compliments. I feel proud that I deserve them. And I must admit it – some part of me is flattered by such attention. Continue reading
