"You do it for the highs, when you're totally engrossed and everything's flowing and whatever you want, you get. It's like magic. That's why you play the game. That's what it's for. That's why you work"
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Rusedski isn’t romanticizing tennis so much as confessing its drug-like economics: you tolerate the grind because, every so often, the sport pays you back in pure sensation. The “highs” he’s talking about aren’t trophies or rankings; they’re those rare stretches when muscle memory, timing, and nerve align and the match stops feeling like labor. “Totally engrossed” is the tell. He’s describing flow state, the athlete’s version of disappearing into the work until the work feels effortless.
The bluntness is the point. “Whatever you want, you get” is obviously not literally true in a sport built on opponents, bad bounces, and aging bodies. It’s a glimpse into the athlete’s private mythology: for a few minutes, you believe you can bend reality. Calling it “magic” smuggles in a kind of secular faith, the idea that the payoff isn’t guaranteed but, when it arrives, it feels supernatural. That’s why this line lands culturally: it captures how elite sports sell transcendence while running on repetition, pain management, and long, lonely hours.
Notice how he ends on “work.” Not glory, not legacy. The subtext is pragmatic and a little grim: the grind only makes sense if you’ve tasted the peak. It’s an athlete admitting that the engine of ambition is not virtue but memory - chasing a feeling you can’t schedule, only earn the chance to meet again.
The bluntness is the point. “Whatever you want, you get” is obviously not literally true in a sport built on opponents, bad bounces, and aging bodies. It’s a glimpse into the athlete’s private mythology: for a few minutes, you believe you can bend reality. Calling it “magic” smuggles in a kind of secular faith, the idea that the payoff isn’t guaranteed but, when it arrives, it feels supernatural. That’s why this line lands culturally: it captures how elite sports sell transcendence while running on repetition, pain management, and long, lonely hours.
Notice how he ends on “work.” Not glory, not legacy. The subtext is pragmatic and a little grim: the grind only makes sense if you’ve tasted the peak. It’s an athlete admitting that the engine of ambition is not virtue but memory - chasing a feeling you can’t schedule, only earn the chance to meet again.
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