Maria Sharapova's career began with $US700 in her father'spocket. They fled Russia when she was six for no other reason thanMartina Navratilova told her father, Yuri: "She has talent."
It was an off-handed comment during a junior training session inMoscow and, for all we know, Navratilova made the same courteousremark about a dozen kids that day. But Yuri latched on toNavratilova's words as if they were the gospel truth. He would lethis only daughter waste that talent over his dead body.
Sharapova started playing tennis at the age of four near theBlack Sea resort town of Sochi. Navratilova's life-changingassessment came two years later at tennis clinics held during theKremlin Cup, and it was hardly an authoritative judgment: she'dseen Sharapova hit just a few balls. But Yuri's eyes lit up. Hecould see The American Dream.
He and seven-year-old Maria boarded a flight for the UnitedStates in March 1995. Maria's mother, Yelena, remained in Russia.The $US700 had been borrowed from his parents. They arrived atMiami airport without being able to speak a word of English.
It took them three days and four bus rides to arrive,unannounced, at the promised land: the Nick Bollettieri TennisAcademy in Bradenton, Florida.
Picture it: a highly emotional non English-speaking Russian manstanding with his silent daughter, asking for a place in the mostfamed junior tennis academy in the world. Sharapova hit some balls,and hit them pretty good. But Yuri was told she was too young. Theyturned on their heels and found somewhere to live - a crummy littleunit in nearby Venice.
The next two years were a grind. Yuri worked an assortment ofdead-end jobs to pay the rent, and coached Maria on public courtsbetween shifts. Maria started winning junior tournaments and whenshe turned nine - nine - she was accepted into Bollettieri'scutthroat academy.
Maria was thousands of miles from her mother and she saw Yurionly on the weekends. She was relentlessly teased about her everyshortcoming by rivals twice her age. But that's when MariaSharapova developed the tough outer skin so evident now. Don't likeher street-fighting way? Tough. She will never change.
Sharapova's infamous shrieking has been likened to pigletsfighting over a bucket of swill. In fact, at her loudest, the 101.2decibels Sharapova generates is the equivalent of the revving of aHarley-Davidson. It's been called a form of cheating. When she beatLindsay Davenport on Wednesday journalist Martin Johnson wrote inthe UK's Daily Telegraph that it was a match between "a31-year-old who has only just come back after having a baby and a20-year-old who sounds as if she's about to give birth totriplets."
Criticise her all you like. She couldn't give a damn. She's notnine any more. Two years ago she squealed so loudly during onepoint on Rod Laver Arena that someone in the crowd yelled "Shutup!" The next point she squealed even more loudly.
Descriptions of Yuri range from reclusive to just plain rude.When his daughter demolished Serena Williams to win Wimbledon in2004, his only comment was: "She's the champion. That's it. It'sall about her." Then he threw his arms around his support crew offriends and relatives outside the locker room and shouted: "We didit!"
Yuri's $US700 loan has turned into a global empire worth $US23million ($26.1 million) a year. Maria has become one of the richestand most famous women in the world. She's a regular onPeople magazine's list of The 50 Most Beautiful People inthe World. She was third on the latest Forbes compilation ofthe world's wealthiest people under the age of 25. She's started acharity for "at-risk" children, the Maria Sharapova Foundation.
She lives courtesy of her sponsors' products. Colgate keep herteeth white. Gatorade quench her thirst. She drives around in aLand Rover. Samantha Thavasa supply her wardrobe. When she'sholidaying in Japan and wants to meet Hollywood actress MischaBarton for a coffee, as she did recently, she sets it up on herSony Ericsson mobile. They take happy snaps on her Canon camera.Her Tag Heuer watch tells her when it's time to go. Parlux keep hersmelling nice. Glasses of orange juice are supplied by Tropicana.She can barely blow her nose without being paid for it.
Sharapova could retire tomorrow having achieved more thananything Yuri could have imagined when they arrived in Miami.There's the big fat bank balance, a former world No.1 ranking, theWimbledon and US Open titles, and they've had Yelena back with themsince 1996.
They're a long way from Sochi, but they haven't mellowed. Everygame of every match, as Maria squeals in desperation, Yurigesticulates and screams from the crowd as if it's still just thetwo of them against the world. It can get ugly. Perhaps he shouldknow better. Perhaps Maria should tone it down. But she doesn'tknow any other way. She's had this desperation drummed into hersince she was nine years old.
Source: The Sun-Herald