Aly Dewji on: Matchpoint

I looked my opponent in the eye as the sunlight glistened on the service line. I knew he was ranked top 20 in the country, but I also knew that I was going to beat him. A slice-serve out wide, and I charged in for the volley, a quick touch and it rolled over the net. He lobbed the shot and it soared high above my head. I ran back, keeping my eye on the ball. I was not going to miss. A flat forehand zoomed down the line – and chalk flew into the air. It was over.

Game, set and match, Dewji. Finally after a string of awful losses, I had won an important match which put me on the winning path again. A sense of triumph swept into me, as the winning spirit was part of me once again.


Since I was three, I’ve been playing tennis. From the wall in my back garden to hitting an ace on the luscious grass courts at The Queens Club. But my dream is to play at Wimbledon. Although it sounds like an easy ride, a lot of sacrifices have had to be made for me to be playing competitively and each trophy has a story behind it. My Dad has been with me every step of the way. Always being there to encourage me and to console me – a sharp critic, but a screaming fan when I win.

Playing tennis isn’t what it appears on the TV. It’s not just about the glamorous match on the day. Lots of hard work and many hours have to be put in practising throughout the week: shots, services, fitness, it all must be perfected to win.

My dream is to become a professional tennis player and to play at Wimbledon. The pressure to become the next Andy Murray or Rafael Nadal is immense and I know that I can only achieve this with continued practise, commitment and dedication.

Last month I went to Wimbledon and watched Federer and Djokovic on Centre Court. Next time I may be a competitor instead of a spectator…


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