The week in San Fransisco was spent practising and training, when Greg could gain access to a court at Fairfield, and an unexpected encounter.
Whilst driving to the tennis centre one morning Greg saw a spectacular viewing spot, with an amazing view over the city and bridge and asked the driver if she could stop so he could take a photo. She obliged and Greg jogged back up little way to the viewing spot. Sitting on a bench in the small park looking at the view was another guy. Greg glanced at him, did a double take and then said "Wyatt Roy". The guy looked up and replied "Greg?'.
It was a friend of Greg that had been at junior school with Greg fifteen years ago. They were very good mates, had been at school together in Mosman in Sydney for five years, had played in the same soccer team and were generally on the same wave length. Greg went on his tennis journey and Wyatt and family, originally from the USA, returned to America. Wyatt went on to study at Stanford and now was resident in San Fransisco. He just happened to be at that scenic viewing spot to oversee a photo/video shoot for a commercial.
What a coincidence and such immaculate timing.
After an exchange of greetings and a quick photo, they resolved to meet up the next evening and catch up on old times. After that it was off to Las Vegas for Greg, for the next round of qualifying for the following week's Challenger tournament.
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| The spectacular view |
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| Greg with old school mate Wyatt |
What a coincidence and such immaculate timing.
After an exchange of greetings and a quick photo, they resolved to meet up the next evening and catch up on old times. After that it was off to Las Vegas for Greg, for the next round of qualifying for the following week's Challenger tournament.
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