Australian Open

I never followed tennis. After all, it’s just two, sometimes four, humans whacking a yellow fur ball back and forth. But seeing it in person, close to the court, with the players playing the ball at up to 200km/h, that’s different. The game is much faster than on TV. If I tried to return one serve, the ball would smack the racquet out of my hand.

Equally impressive are the ball-kid squads. You don’t realise on TV how much they work during a game. The groups function like a machine; collecting balls, and getting them across to the other end of the court so the ball can be handed out to players. All without speaking a single word, they just look at each other and nod.