It’s always about this time of year when I get the pangs. When the tennis is everywhere and the Tests are on and I’m just embarking on another summer of training for squash, indoors, as the sun blazes away outside. I can’t help but imagine what might have happened if I had picked up a tennis racket or a cricket bat rather than a squash racket when I was four years old. Presumably I could be at Wimbledon now if I had done this or that, or if my family had been tennis nuts. If, if, if.
How would the world's best squash players fare at Wimbledon? Not well
