July 2025 Welcome to the IC of Bolivia! We are very pleased to announce that the creation of the new IC of Bolivia was formally approved at our AGM in July and warmly welcome their members to our IC community. Bolivia celebrates a rich tennis history, which started with the arrival of British and North American immigrants at the beginning of the 20th century, who worked in railroad construction and mining and began practising the sport in mines at Uyuni and Oruro. The Bolivian Tennis Federation (FBT) was founded on 24 March 1937 in Catavi (Potosí) with the aim of organizing and promoting tennis, and is now affiliated with the ITF and the South American Tennis Confederation. Today, there are around 16,000 active tennis players in Bolivia. Nearly 10,000 of these are ranked in the National Federation, and 12 players have also been ranked within the ATP or WTA. The country has 32 clubs spread across nine ‘departamentos’, including three centenary clubs: National Tennis Club Oruro, Tennis Club La Paz and Cochabamba Tennis Club. Other major clubs are in Santa Cruz and other cities, including Sucre and Tarija. The clubs have served as meeting places for people of different backgrounds and have promoted values such as discipline, respect and teamwork. Discussions around the creation of the IC of Bolivia started at the IC Centenary celebrations at the All England Lawn Tennis Club in August 2024 – which were followed up with approaches to professional players to secure their support. At the start of 2025, the founding team worked alongside the IC Council and members of the ICs of Argentina and Uruguay to create the statutes for a new IC of Bolivia, and held a founding day with their 19 founding members to establish the Constitution on 1 March in La Paz. The founders presented their plans at the IC AGM on 6 July and the creation of the IC of Bolivia was formally approved. From this point, the board of the IC of Bolivia plan to: Hold their first AGM Onboard around 20-30 new members Set up a philanthropic programme that will offer tennis coaching for disadvantaged children in key cities around Bolivia Start the organisation of an IC of Bolivia Invitational event for 2026 – working with the ICs of Argentina and Uruguay Work with the IC Council to create the IC of Bolivia website and social media pages. Please join us in welcoming the IC of Bolivia to our IC community! Previous Article Meet a member: Antonia Lottner, IC of Germany
April 2016 Abe Segal My Friend Abe. by Gordon Forbes. Abe died in Cape Town on the night of 4th April 2016, with his devoted friend, Deborah Curtis Setchell, at his bedside. Abe and I met 63 years ago in the locker-room of the Ellis Park tennis courts, when he came over to my corner and chided me for being too quiet. ’Don’t they make noise on that farm of yours, Kid?’ I was 19 and he 22, and we have been friends and doubles partners ever since. There’ll never be another Abe. They talk of breaking the mould, well, his mould was well and truly broken! Such a good man. Generous, forthright, strong, big-hearted, loyal, compassionate – a rough diamond, with the diamond part flawless, and the rough part filled with the unique kind of humour that made his friends laugh in amazement, while at the same time shaking their heads at the fun of it! Only a few weeks ago, on a still evening in Plettenberg Bay, we sat together, looking at the sea, yakking away, and sipping the whiskies that Tony Bloom had poured for us. Lately, we’ve talked nearly every week, being able to say the same things more than once, because we both forgot what we said the week before. Suddenly, though, this time, towards the end of the evening, he touched his glass to mine and said, ‘Cheers, Forbsey. We’ve had a great time, but the game’s over. Thanks for everything.’ Maybe he had some kind of premonition, for I know he wasn’t feeling well.... But he never complained. In all the time I have known Abe, I have never, ever, heard him complain. Not once. And he was thanking me! I ask you! It was I who should have.... He was a great tennis-player, was Abe. Look at his results over the years, and one is fully amazed! For a start, he had one of the best left-hand serves of all time – fine volleys, safe backhand and a huge forehand that sometimes went off at a tangent and ran amuck. I still remember the time at Roland Garros when he hit a forehand into the President’s Box without a bounce. It hit one of the officials in the chest, while the base-linesman triumphantly called “Out”! Or the time, on the Wimbledon Centre Court, playing Rex Hartwig, when Rex tried to run around his serve to hit a forehand. The ball simply followed him, until he had to catch it with his left hand, in front of his chest. Abe’s serve used to swerve like mad, especially the second one. And what about the lineswoman at Wimbledon who had too much wine for lunch and was asleep when Abe, playing Clark Graebner, won the match-point? ‘Clark’s game is kinda boring, Forbsey,’ he told me. ‘So I guess she’s entitled to take a nap.’ Odd things happened to Abe almost continually – things that never failed to amuse the millions of people all over the world that loved him. For instance, suddenly, aged sixty-nine, he became a painter, surprising everyone (including himself) when his paintings were exhibited at The Everard Read Gallery. Even here, Abe was unorthodox. Always impatient, he’d invented a way of turning his canvasses upside down, so as to do his skies without disturbing the still wet scenery below. Although, in my speech, I warned the Read Gallery patrons that the skies on the paintings were all upside down, they bought every last one. ‘A sky’s a sky, Forbsey,’ was Abe’s comment. ‘I’ve never seen one with a lable sayin’ “this side up.” Thus Abie. I could go on and on, and I am sure that I speak also for his daughters, Nancy and Susie, his wonderful wife, Heather, who died some years ago, and his friend, companion and helpmate, Deborah. I can’t believe I’ll never hear his voice again. Never again have him walk across the court to my side, cup his hand and say, ‘for God’s sake, Forbsey, can you please stop bein’ nervous, grip your racket and watch the friggin’ ball!’ A part of my life, and, I am sure, a good many other lives, will go with Abe. We wish him a good rest, and salute him for a game well played, and a life well lived. Previous Article Rod Laver AC wins Sportsmanship Award Next Article Report on 2016 IC AGM