I never really did Christmas before. Christmas Day? I mean - what's that? What's it all about? I was always flying on Christmas Day.

Did you know that Christmas Day is absolutely the best day to fly? It is. No crowded airports and crowded planes. I always flew to Australia. That's what Christmas was for me - a plane journey to the next tournament.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

I did realise more than ever, after the stabbing, that tennis is a business - a tough business.

I don't believe in playing hurt, in taking injections to cover the pain.

Life is not worth living if I cannot have pasta or bread again.