[thwacking of tennis ball]
with a dream, don't we?
Game, set and match.
- You're a champion. You're number one.|- [cheering]
that's all it ever is: a dream.
No, not that kid in white,
Yeah, him. Well, that's me.
British Davis Cup, long time ago.
Presently ranked 119th in the world.
- Sport is cruel.
I know it doesn't sound too bad:
and I'm 119th,
better and younger,...
and it gets you thinking.
[Peter's mother] He's 32 in September.
How long can Peter Colt keep playing?
[Peter] Stop it. Just serve.
where do they get the energy, the focus?
The one thing you can't have is fear,
I'm not even afraid of the kid.
What happens then?
- Wow.|- [chuckles] Exactly.
Not for you, of course.|No, your own space. Name plate again.
Hello, Ian. Is this the young man|you told us about?
Peter Colt. The one and only.
- Once ranked 15th in the world, I hear.|- 11th, actually, for most of '96.
Yes, Peter's got himself a wild card|at Wimbledon.
We're hoping he'll hang his racket|here at the club.
Do shut up.|Good luck at the Championships.
Er, Peter, Peter. Watch the ladies,|occupational hazard.
- Of course.|- Look at this, look at this.
Completely new hybrid.|Yes, developed by the Yanks.
Firm but springy.
Look, Peter... I can't wait forever.
- There's no-one I'd rather...|- Ian.
Look no further.|You have your tennis director.
That is splendid. So splendid.
- [birdsong]|- [church bells in distance]
Oh, look.|That's Peter Colt, the new pro.
Once ranked 17th in the world.
different from another?
Many people have those.
Some say it's a supportive family.
I've never been hungry.
- And as for the supportive family...
[man and woman groan]
- [woman groans on TV]|- Hello, Carl.
Deep Throat,|director's cut. Absolute classic.
- Hey!|- [man and woman argue]
[Carl] They've been at it like that|like cats and dogs for weeks.
- You all right, Dad?|- [dismissively] Yes, yes.
Don't want to miss your grand finale.
- We're not invited?|- Nope.
- She's not going to like that.|- What won't I like? Hello, darling.
Mother, he saw you snogging|in the club car park.
- That would do it.|- Not in the kitchen.
Shake him out of his stupor.|Compel him to act.
I hear you plan to retire,|to baby-sit a bunch of old ladies.
- I'm not afraid, I'm old.|- Don't be absurd, 31 is not old.
long-distance love affairs and...
- Losing?|- Yeah, losing. Thanks, Carl.
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