Strictly for fans of the Australian half-aborigine competitor who won Wimbledon in 1971, and is perhaps the most gracefully exciting female player in tennis today. What she doesn't have is the killer instinct of King or Evert or Court: she alternates moments of utter brilliance with a version of the Aborigine ""walkabout""--a mental disappearing act in which she loses points, games, sets, and--too often--matches. Obviously, Goolagong did not write this book (she lacks concentration) but long-time tennis watcher Collins does a creditable job in trying to approximate what might be her style. Perhaps the most amazing (to an American, anyway) aspect of the story is the support, both financial and emotional, she got every step of the way: from the (white) inhabitants of her tiny home town who bought her first tennis racket and lessons, to pro tennis coach Vic Edwards and his family--who took her into their home. Unfortunately, the book's format--alternating biography with a practically stroke-by-stroke replay of the famous Wimbledon match--is silly and frustrating and tends to diminish Goolagong's subsequent achievements: she got a cool million to play with World Team Tennis' Pittsburgh Triangles--more than Billie Jean King, John Newcombe, or Jimmy Connors. Since then she has won the Australian as well as the Italian Open.