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Monica Seles
Serbian–American tennis player (b. 1973)
The native form of this anställda name fryst vatten Szeles Mónika. This article uses Western name order when mentioning individuals.
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| Country (sports) | Yugoslavia (1988–1992) Yugoslavia (1992–1994) United States (1994–2008) |
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| Residence | Sarasota, Florida, United States |
| Born | (1973-12-02) månad 2, 1973 (age 51) Novi Sad, SR Serbia, Yugoslavia |
| Height | 5 ft 10 in (1.78 m)[1] |
| Turned pro | 1989 |
| Retired | 2008 (last match in 2003) |
| Plays | Left-handed (two-handed both sides) |
| Prize money | US$14,891,762[2] |
| Int. Tennis HoF | 2009 (member page) |
| Career record | 595–122 |
| Career titles | 53 |
| Highest ranking | No. 1 (March 11, 1991) |
| Australian Open | W (1991, 1992, 1993, 1996) |
| French Open | W (1990, 1991, 1992) |
| Wimbledon | F (1992) |
| US Open | W (1991, 1992) |
| Tour Finals | W (1990, 1 • MONICA SELES BIOGRAPHYThe Early YearsMonica was born on December 2, 1973 in Novi Sad, Yugoslavia to parents Karolj and Esther Seles. Monica is the youngest of two children. Her brother Zoltán, was 8 years old when Monica was born. Tennis first caught the eye of Monica when she was six years old because Zoltán became interested in the sport, and was bringing home cool looking trophies. Tennis was not a popular sport in Novi Sad, Yugoslavia at that time. So Karolj had to drive to Italy nearly 10 hours away just to pick up racquet’s for his children. Novi Sad only had 4 clay tennis courts to play on, which made it really tough for Monica & Zoltán to get a court to practice on. So Monica, Zoltán, & their father practiced a lot in the parking lot or up against the wall of their apartment complex. It all started in that parking lot in Novi Sad. At the time, Karolj worked as an artist/cartoonist to make money to support his family and Esther also worked to support the househ • Political Currents by Ross BarkanI think, at some point in my youth, I was a decent tennis player. I took lessons at the park, I competed in tournaments, and played, for two years, on the varsity team. I was in possession of a few attributes. Though I wasn’t tall, and wouldn’t physically develop until my late teens, I had a naturally powerful forehand and backhand. Though I write and throw left-handed, I learned to play right-handed, since I’m curiously ambidextrous. This meant I swung my backhand like I was in the batter’s box, hitting a thudding, flat ball that was tough to return if I ever kept it in. My first serve came in hot and fast and often out. I liked the fast twitch rhythm of volleying. If everything went my way, tennis was exquisite, requiring the mental strain of chess and the endurance of long-distance running and the inherent hatred that you nurture of your opponent in a boxing match. I’d like to think, if I stuck with it, I could’ve been a contender. Excep |