You gotta love the underdog.
I don’t follow sports that much, unless there’s a heartwarming story attached to it.
Saw this story on 60 minutes last night about Novak Djokovic:
He’s from Serbia. He was hanging outside one day watching a tennis camp, the teacher handed him a racket, and a few days later that teacher was explaining to his parents that he was a golden child. He was 5 years old.
But, this was Serbia. It’s a place that knows more about war, then Wimbledon.
But, he dreamed about Wimbledon. He took a little improvised trophy made of plastic and practiced saying in English "Hello. My name is Novak Djokovic. And I'm a Wimbledon winner."
Now he really can say that. When he won it last summer his whole country celebrated a little boy that dared to dream in a place that was full of nightmares.
So, I might start watching Tennis now. This guy makes it look fun.