Within the circle of poets who have almost disappeared, Grigor Dimitrov recounted in Marseille, last week, this family story which had launched him into the world of the beautiful game. He had started hitting against a wall at a very young age, backhanded at a hand, then his father had reinforced him in this movement. “Dad had an excellent one-handed backhand, with a big slice impact. In the group I trained with, the players were much older than me, and I remember that some, who played with two hands, had injured their left arm but wanted to continue training. And they only hit slices. The slice was one of our main moves, the one we learned first! That’s how natural it became for me. »
