From Where We Lived, To Practise In

I Am Not Looking To Be Understood Or Liked. Like Me Or Not, I Don't Care. I Am An Outsider, That Is The Way I Was Brought 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.

I Hate To Lose More Than I Love To Win.

But Why Should I Read What Somebody Else Thinks Of My Life When I Know The Real Story?

People Don't Seem To Understand That It's A Damn War Out There. Maybe My Methods Aren't Socially Acceptable To Some, But It's What I Have To Do To Survive. I Don't Go Out There To Love My Enemy. I Go Out There To Squash Him.