Sue Barker - Calling the Shots: My Autobiography

What were our parents thinking, or was it fancy dress?When I think of how much I pay for a haircut now.Off to school.Arthur Roberts. The man who changed my life.So excited about Dads new company car, even in that colour.My first tennis racket. What a proud day.We won so many, I have no idea where we are or what trophy this is.My dear old dad. Looks like we were off to a wedding.Aged 12, getting tips from the great Rod Laver.This is how I will always remember him. Pipe in hand, with plenty to say.Queens Club in the snow, still hitting against a wall.Not a bad junior career.Playing for Great Britain with Virginia Wade. These were my proudest moments, playing for my country.One of my first radio commentaries, sitting in the stands with the legendary Gerry Williams.One of my favourite photos. Rod Laver and Ken Rosewall. Two of the all-time greats. I showed this photo to Rod at his home in California a few years ago and we got quite teary.A hug for Dad on a rare visit to Devon in the early eighties, as I delivered my parents a new car.The moment I became a Grand Slam champion, winning the French Open in 1976, having just turned 20.French Open presentation. I found out over 40 years later that my nationality on the trophy is engraved as Australian. Well done, Roland Garros.A school visit back to Marist Convent to encourage the next generation.Beating the Americans in the Wightman Cup at the Royal Albert Hall. Always a major highlight.With my boyfriend Greg Norman. Im so proud of the career he went on to have in golf. The sporting calendar worked against our relationship.My forehand. My biggest weapon and the reason I got to No.3 in the world. Voted by my peers as the best forehand in the game, five years in a row.Tennis coaching vacation where I first met my husband.Modelling my good friend Karen Scott Happers clothing line One Love at 30,000 feet.One of the first photos of me and Lance, my husband-to-be.The only photo of our wedding. Hang your head in shame, Hugh. Our great friend and official photographer, who got his shutter speed wrong. Hilarious.My wonderful American second mum, Carole Hoffman, and my real mum, Betty, enjoying Wimbledon hospitality.Early eighties, still with a wooden racket and sponsored by a tobacco company. Whoops!My first ever singles game on Centre Court against the great Maria Bueno. Lost the first set 62, but stormed back to win in three. A glorious memory.I took my brother, Neil, to Dallas to meet Carole Hoffman at her home. He died in 2016 of skin cancer. Please get checked.When I retired from tennis in 1985 and returned to the UK, I made sure I spent as much time as I could with my wonderful parents.Next page