Milos Raonic (/ˈmiːloʊʃ ˈraʊnɪtʃ/ MEE-lohsh ROW-nich;Serbian: Miloš Raonić, Милош Раонић, [mîloʃ râonitɕ]; born December 27, 1990) is a Canadian professional tennis player.
Born in Titograd, SFR Yugoslavia (now Podgorica, Montenegro), Raonic moved to Canada with his family at the age of three, learning the game at the Bramalea Tennis Club in Brampton. He qualified for his first Grand Slam event at the 2010 U.S. Open. In 2011 he rose from World No. 102 to No. 37 in a month, after he reached the fourth round of the Australian Open and won his first ATP title at the 2011 SAP Open. Raonic, who prefers to play on hard courts, plays an all-court game. From late 2010 until May 2013, he was coached by former Spanish pro player Galo Blanco in Barcelona. Raonic was coached by Ivan Ljubičić until their split in 2015.
Statistically, his serve is one of the strongest on the tour. In 2012, he served more aces per match and won a higher percentage of service games than any other player. Novak Djokovic has commented that Raonic "has one of the best serves in the world. Very powerful, very precise."
It always turns me on to see
The way you look at me
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon
Would you even think about leaving so soon?
And there she hits you within your eye
You know all is lost and about to die
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Fateful severed spiteful boy
Deep away in the heart of joy
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
You give yourself the red carpet grave
The last of the lost was hereby saved
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart
She turned back to the story from the start
And there she goes all dressed in style
All is won within all that dies
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Deadly severed spiteful tongue
Sweep away the heart with songs
Run like crazy, run to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
A rose dressed in thorns
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
A rose dressed in thorns
A black kingdom between mountains of lust
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
Kick up a fire and watch them explode
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night