莎拉波娃告别信(中英)

Tennis

—I’m

saying goodbye

How do you leave behind the only life you’ve ever known? How do you

walk away from the courts you’ve trained on since you were a little girl,

the game that you love

—

one which brought you untold tears and

unspeakable joys

—

a sport where you found a family, along with fans

who rallied behind you for more than 28 years?

I’m new to this, so please forgive me.

Tennis

—I’m

saying goodbye.

Before we get to the end, though, let me start at the beginning. The

first time I remember seeing a tennis court, my father was playing on

it. I was four years old in Sochi, Russia

—

so small that my tiny legs were

dangling off the bench I was sitting on. So small that the racket I picked

up next to me was twice my size.

When I was six, I traveled across the globe to Florida with my

father. The whole world seemed gigantic back then. The airplane, the

airport, the wide expanse of America: Everything was enormous

—

as was

my parents’ sacrifice.

When I first started playing, the girls on the other side of the net

were always older, taller, and stronger; the tennis greats I watched on TV

seemed untouchable and out of reach. But little by little, with every day

of practice on the court, this almost mythical world became more and

more real.

The first courts I ever played on were uneven concrete with faded

lines. Over time, they became muddy clay and the most gorgeous,

manicured grass your feet could ever step upon. But never in my wildest

dreams did I think

I’d ever win on the sport’s biggest stages—

and on

every surface.

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Wimbledon seemed like a good place to start. I was a naive

17-year-

old, still collecting stamps, and didn’t understand the magnitude

of my victory until I was older

—

and

I’m glad

I

didn’t.

My edge, though, was never about feeling superior to other players.

It was about feeling like I was on the verge of falling off a cliff

—

which

is why I constantly returned to the court to figure out how to keep

climbing.

The U.S. Open showed me how to overcome distractions and

expectations. If you couldn’t handle the commotion of New York—well,

the airport was almost next

-

door.

Dosvidanya

The Australian Open took me to a place that had never been a part

of me before

—to an extreme confidence that some people call being “in

the zone.”

I

really can’t explain it—

but it was a good place to be.

The clay at the French Open exposed virtually all my

weaknesses

—

for starters, my inability to slide on it

—

and forced me to

overcome them. Twice. That felt good.

These courts revealed my true essence. Behind the photo shoots and

the pretty tennis dresses, they exposed my imperfections

—

every wrinkle,

every drop of sweat. They tested my character, my will, my ability to

channel my raw emotions into a place where they worked for me instead

of against me. Between their lines, my vulnerabilities felt safe. How

lucky am I to have found a kind of ground on which I felt so exposed and

yet so comfortable?

One of the keys to my success was that I never looked back

and I never looked forward. I believed that if I kept grinding and

grinding, I could push myself to an incredible place. But there is no

mastering tennis

—

you must simply keep heeding the demands of the

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court while trying to quiet those incessant thoughts in the back of your

mind:

Did you do enough

—

and more

—

to prepare for your next opponent?

You’ve taken a few days off—your body’s losing that edge.

That extra slice of pizza? Better make up for it with a great morning

session.

Listening to this voice so intimately, anticipating its every ebb and

flow, is also how I accepted those final signals when they came.

One of them came last August at the U.S. Open. Behind closed

doors, thirty minutes before taking the court, I had a procedure to numb

my shoulder to get through the match. Shoulder injuries are nothing new

for me

—

over time my tendons have frayed like a string.

I’ve had

multiple surgeries

—

once in 2008; another procedure last year

—

and

spent countless months in physical therapy. Just stepping onto the court

that day felt like a final victory, when of course it should have been

merely the first step toward victory. I share this not to garner pity, but to

paint my new reality: My body had become a distraction.

Throughout my career,

“

Is it worth it?

”

was never even a

question

—

in the end, it always was. My mental fortitude has always

been my strongest weapon. Even if my opponent was physically stronger,

more confident

—

even just plain better

—

I could, and did, persevere.

I’ve never really felt compelled to speak about work, or effort, or

grit

—

every athlete understands the unspoken sacrifices they must make

to succeed. But as I embark on my next chapter, I want anyone who

dreams of excelling in anything to know that doubt and judgment are

inevitable: You will fail hundreds of times, and the world will watch you.

Accept it. Trust yourself. I promise that you will prevail.

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In giving my life to tennis, tennis gave me a life.

I’ll miss it

everyday.

I’ll miss the training and my daily routine: Waking up at dawn,

lacing my left shoe before my right, and closing the court’s gate

before I hit my first ball of the day.

I’ll miss my team, my coaches.

I’ll

miss the moments sitting with my father on the practice court bench. The

handshakes

—

win or lose

—

and the athletes, whether they knew it or not,

who pushed me to be my best.

Looking back now, I realize that tennis has been my mountain. My

path has been filled with valleys and detours, but the views from its peak

were incredible. After 28 years and five Grand Slam titles, though,

I’m

ready to scale another mountain

—

to compete on a different type of

terrain.

That relent

less chase for victories, though? That won’t ever

diminish. No matter what lies ahead, I will apply the same focus, the

same work ethic, and all of the lessons

I’ve learned along the way.

In the meantime, there are a few simple things

I’m really looking

forward to: A sense of stillness with my family. Lingering over a

morning cup of coffee. Unexpected weekend getaways. Workouts

of my choice (hello, dance class!).

Tennis showed me the world

—

and it showed me what I was made

of. It’s how

I tested myself and how I measured my growth. And so in

whatever I might choose for my next chapter, my next mountain,

I’ll still

be pushing.

I’ll still be climbing.

I’ll still be growing.

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