Agassi….My toupé cost me the French Open
2009 November 2
Screw the crystal meth stories. This is the real dirt….
“Every morning I would get up and find another piece of my identity on the pillow, in the wash basin, down the plughole. I asked myself: you want to wear a toupee? On the tennis court? I answered myself; what else could I do?”
Did I just write a blog post about tennis?
Sorry. Won’t happen again. Shoot me if you like.
He's Spartacus is edited by Lucien de la Peste, wit, raconteur and after dinner mint.
Fabulous – Grand Slam lost through wig malfunction. Only in the pampered preserve of elite-level sport could this happen. O, and the Department For Trade and Industry, of course.
Right on both counts.
It’s sad that he had to find consolation in the more hirsute charms of Steffi Graf.
You mean the hair on her upper lip, forearms and back, right?