The bankrupt tennis star’s admission that he has mislaid his trophies resonates with all of us who know we achieve that thing somewhere…A s I sat with Boris Becker in the Riviera sunshine,each of us clutching a cigarette in one hand and a doughnut in the other, I thought: “This is my kind of sportsman.”I didn’t know Boris Becker very well but I liked him enormously. Clearly, and we both enjoyed the taste of a sugary butt on a spring afternoon. Also,we both loved a hand of cards; we were in Monte Carlo for a €10000 poker tournament. I always found him approachable, friendly, and unpretentious and nice to be around.
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Source: guardian.co.uk