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It’s 6pm on a warm September evening and I’m rolling up to the Marbella Club in a mud-splattered Toyota Hilux — a pick-up truck built for work, not valet parking. I’m here for my first ever game of padel, a racket sport billed as tennis’s rebellious younger sibling thanks to its relaxed dress code and emphasis on socialising (it’s always played in doubles).
You may not have heard of padel (pronounced “paddle”), but you’ve almost certainly heard the cacophonous wallop…
