“
Barty is going to pursue new dreams in the yard of life.
The simplicity is breathtaking.
Ash Barty no longer wants to play tennis.
And so she is no longer going to play tennis
, ”summarizes The Australian.
The Age revisits “
the highs and lows of a career that captivated a nation.
Ash Barty ended a long drought for Australia at Wimbledon and the Australian Open in a short but spectacular time on the tour.
“
'The anti-ego' Barty is brave to quit her selfish sport.
Ash Barty's retirement is one of the bravest decisions I've ever seen in sport, but it leaves women's tennis in a precarious position.
writes Sam Groth in the Herald Sun.
“
For the second time in his career, Ash Barty is done with tennis.
The only difference this time is that there will be no fairy tale return
, ”summarizes the Courier Mail about the super star who had taken a break of seventeen months to practice cricket, before to return to shine on the courts.
And the newspaper recalls: “
Ash Barty's last shot as a professional allowed her to win the Australian Open.
We didn't know it was the end and neither did she.
But really, it couldn't be better.
The Advertiser also reflects on “
Ash Barty's success at the Australian Open in January, the icing on the cake of an incredible career.
In the Chronicle, Justin Smith assures:
Ash Barty is exactly what we needed in Australian tennis.
Not just because she won for us, but for the kind of person she is.
What Ash Barty has and what she gives us goes way beyond sports.
»
Ashleigh Barty, the player with the backhand slice of school will cling in the Australian memories.
Greg Baun recounts in a long article in The Age the scope of the meteorite and unforgettable career of the Australian: "
Ash Barty leaves us hungry, but owes us nothing.
Ash Barty was a breath of fresh air.
The feeling she created will live long in our hearts and bones.
His retirement from tennis at 25 is a shock, but less of a surprise.
She always marched to the rhythm of another drum.
It may have been an unorthodox way, but it was his way.
Barty never sought to make money.
She didn't play for the trophies;
some ended up in a vase in her sisters' house.
She didn't play for the trips;
she is basically a homebody.
She didn't play for honours;
Australia has had few lesser or more worthy sporting champions.
It's possible that Barty saw the work of Naomi Osaka, who is relentless and joyless.
They were contemporary and were to become decade-long rivals at the pinnacle of women's tennis.
Maybe Barty thought it wasn't for her.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was, as she put it simply, that she had achieved her biggest dream and now was the time to pursue others.
Barty played for the love of what she always called the “beautiful” game. She played for friendships.
She played for the same reason as fellow native Cathy Freeman - because it made her happy and made others happy.
Witness the Australian Open, just two months ago.
The memory is indelible.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was, as she put it simply, that she had achieved her biggest dream and now was the time to pursue others.
Barty played for the love of what she always called the “beautiful” game. She played for friendships.
She played for the same reason as fellow native Cathy Freeman - because it made her happy and made others happy.
Witness the Australian Open, just two months ago.
The memory is indelible.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was, as she put it simply, that she had achieved her biggest dream and now was the time to pursue others.
Barty played for the love of what she always called the “beautiful” game. She played for friendships.
She played for the same reason as fellow native Cathy Freeman - because it made her happy and made others happy.
Witness the Australian Open, just two months ago.
The memory is indelible.
She played for the same reason as fellow native Cathy Freeman - because it made her happy and made others happy.
Witness the Australian Open, just two months ago.
The memory is indelible.
She played for the same reason as fellow native Cathy Freeman - because it made her happy and made others happy.
Witness the Australian Open, just two months ago.
The memory is indelible.
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And the Australian columnist concludes: “
But even for the best, professional tennis is a chore.
It's lonely, repetitive and blinding.
He wears out the players.
Barty didn't wait to be worn out.
She didn't wait to get bored, bored or cynical.
She felt her motivation was starting to run out after winning the Wimbledon title she so coveted last year, and she didn't wait for her stash to run out.
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