Most tennis memoirs are fairytale stories of greatness. They describe the arc of the player’s career: the practices and tournaments of early childhood, adversity and setbacks along their path, and finally a satisfying rise to glory at one or more Grand Slam championships.
We read about the relentless training, single-mindedness, and enormous sacrifices of childhood and youth. We muse at the cost of greatness.
Seldom do we stop to consider those whose personal sacrifice matched the greats yet failed to break into tennis’ upper echelons; whose careers ended as unremarkably as they began, and whose names fade into obscurity.
Niland is one such player.
As an Irish phenom with tennis obsessed parents, he grew up living and breathing the sport. He competed internationally at a young age, beating Federer as a teenager and was once selected to hit with Serena Williams at a Florida training center. Niland chose college tennis at California Berkely and came to dominate the NCAA tennis circuit in the U.S. He became the number one ranked player in Ireland.
Niland did not therefore seem delusional in believing he had a shot at making it to the top of the sport.
He battled it out on the Futures tour to accumulate ranking points. He later graduated to the Challenger circuit where players ranked from 100 to 300 compete for the opportunity to qualify for the likes of Wimbledon and the U.S. Open.
The winners of the Grand Slams as well as the 100 or so players who compete in them occupy a rarefied position. They earn enough prize money, endorsements and even “appearance fees” to cover their costs and earn a living.
For the other 99% of professional players, life is not so good.
This book is an eye-opener for anyone aspiring to professional tennis. The climb is way steeper than it appears, especially if you’re from a small country that lacks the resources to develop its top talent.
The point and ranking system in pro tennis are unforgiving and designed to entrench the positions of the Grand Slam incumbents. The lower professional circuit is a treadmill with no stop button because the points you’ve accumulated expire in 12 months. There is no grace given for injuries, burnout, or a sorely needed vacation after the toll of nonstop travel.
If there were a job posting for “Professional tennis player”, it might read like this:
- Must travel the world at the drop of a hat to obscure venues in remote towns
- The work will be evaluated day by day and might last one day or one week. On your last day you’ll be released to book a flight home or to another venue.
- Work will take place at all hours of the day, and no advance schedule is given. Work continues as long as it takes to complete the job.
- To prepare for the job you must practice 4 hours a day and exist at peak physical and mental condition
- Worker pays 100% of travel costs
- Worker pays 100% of all tools and equipment needed, until job proficiency attracts a sponsor
- Work has a high risk of injury including wrist, hip, and shoulder surgery. No health insurance offered. If time off is needed for medical reasons, all job seniority is forgone
- Pay is 100% contingent on performance. Most jobs yield little to no pay.
- Must be willing to work in all conditions, from extreme heat to extreme cold, and on all surfaces (grass, hardcourt, clay)
- The job has an element of luck and, while the job has rules, others may break them at your expense
- Co-workers will be self-absorbed and adversarial. No lasting friendships develop.
- No pension
- No transferable skills
Niland’s experience is bittersweet but tends more toward the bitter than the sweet. At his first and only appearance at Wimbledon, he has a 5th set victory within his clutches only to watch it slip away. He claws his way through the qualifying rounds of the U.S. Open to earn a shot at Djokovic, only to get food poisoning the night before the match.
Despite the harsh life on tour and the heartbreaking losses along the way, Niland doesn’t quite regret the years he gave the sport of tennis. He truly loves the game.
If you read this book and still want to play professional tennis, onward you go. You’re doing it for the right reasons.