So I turn up for my Tuesday ladies tennis day, as usual. "Did you see?" someone asked. "What?" I reply. "Over there!" I look and nothing looks unusual - three courts of guys playing singles, just like every other Tuesday. "Björn Borg", she says, "playing with his son." So I look more closely. The two bald guys next to us? Nope... The next two bald guys? Doesn't seem right... And then the two guys with hair, one in a fluroescent yellow shirt (and if he didn't want to be noticed, he might have chosen white...). Yep, it was Björn Borg, long-ish hair and all.
I think I might have noticed if I had watched some of the serves. Unbelievable. I can't even imagine how one would receive such a serve. With me, it would surely involve bruising.
So I posted my status on Facebook, and told Annika, who was very impressed. "Cool - he makes underwear, doesn't he?" So I explained that now, his name is on a whole line of underwear, but a while back, he was a very famous tennis player, one of the best in the world, if not the best. "Really? Never heard of him."
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