The lefthander was still feeling his way through the first set, playing well but not brilliantly with the deft, almost effortless touch that is the trademark of his game, when suddenly it happened, and in an instant, there he was again—Peck's bad boy of tennis. After blowing a key shot, John McEnroe hurled his racquet. The offending piece of equipment landed at the feet of McEnroe's surprised opponent, Hie Nastase, the acknowledged prince of the tennis temper tantrum.
Whether his shots were dropping for winners or thudding...
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