by Chris Evert Lloyd with Neil Amdur
Tennis champ Evert Lloyd makes one thing clear: She isn't the "ice dolly" she so often appears to be. In private she cries when she loses, she cries when she wins, and she cries when fans taunt her. Her aura of aloofness, Evert Lloyd insists, comes only from her single-minded concentration. She explains that she's really not an athlete. (Burt Reynolds was disappointed because she couldn't catch passes in a touch football game.) All she's got is the ability to concentrate. When she's not distracted, Chrissie boasts, she is the best woman tennis player in the world. One distraction affecting her game was her romance with Jimmy Connors. She defied her strict Catholic parents to run off with him, and suggests they broke up because he wanted her to give up tennis. The most profound thing Chris says in this readable if not too insightful book is that tennis is a selfish game. "To be Number One, you have to think about yourself," she admits. But if Evert Lloyd is harsh on herself, she's kinder to her tough tennis-pro father. And husband John Lloyd seems positively saintly. (Simon and Schuster, $15.50)
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