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I Had True Rivalries. Not Only Did I Want To Beat My Opponent, But I Didn't Want To Let Him Up, Either. I Had A Rivalry With Mac, Lendl, Borg. Everybody Knew There Was Tension Between Us, On Court And Off. That's What's Really Ingrained In My Mind: 'this Is Real. This Isn't A Soft Rivalry.' There Were No Hugs And Kisses.

I Don't Go Out There To Love My Enemy. I Go Out There To Squash Him.

New Yorkers Love It When You Spill Your Guts Out There. Spill Your Guts At Wimbledon And They Make You Stop And Clean It Up.

I Can't Say That I Was My Happiest On Court, But I Felt Completely Free. Free From Family Obligations, Free From My Own Torment. In A Real Sense I Was A Different Person. It Was A Place Where I Could Not Tolerate The Idea Of Being Beaten. I Psyched Myself Up Into A State Where I Felt Something Close To Hatred Towards My Opponent, A State Where I Detested The Idea Of Someone Making His Name At The Expense Of Jimmy Connors. I Was In My Element On Court, Measuring Myself Against Someone Else. I Was Not Competitive For Show. It Came From Deep Within.

Tennis Was Never Work For Me, Tennis Was Fun. And The Tougher The Battle And The Longer The Match, The More Fun I Had.