Motivation Quote by Guy Forget

There is a quiet brutality tucked into Guy Forget's plainspoken line. "These sort of hours" sounds casual, almost vague, but that's the point: the work is so consuming it stops needing precise measurement. It becomes a weather system. Forget isn't selling tennis as glamorous; he's reminding you it's a job that colonizes your calendar, your body, and your social life.

As a former top pro who later helped shape French tennis as a captain and administrator, Forget speaks from both sides of the net: he knows what it takes, and he’s watched how many talented players fail to match that invisible requirement. The intent is corrective. It punctures the common myth that elite sport is mostly about gifts - a cannon forehand, fast feet, a lucky break. In his framing, talent is entry-level. Professionalism is the willingness to live inside repetition: early mornings, travel fatigue, rehab work, practice sets that feel like purgatory, and the unromantic discipline of doing it again after losing on a back court in front of 40 people.

The subtext is also cultural: tennis, unlike team sports with fixed schedules, demands self-authored structure. No coach can want it more than you do. By refusing to romanticize, Forget makes a moral claim about merit in sport: the hierarchy isn't just rankings, it's endurance. The phrase "these sort of hours" doubles as a warning and a credential check - if you have to ask what hours, you may not be ready.