Adrian Quist - Biography

Biography

Adrian Quist was born in Medindie, South Australia. His father was Karl Quist, who had been a noted interstate cricketer, and owned a sporting goods store at the time of his son's birth. The tennis legend grew up in Adelaide and once played Harry Hopman, however he lost, having given Hopman a head start. He was a three-time Australian Championships men's singles champion but is primarily remembered today as a great doubles player. He won the Australian doubles title 10 years in a row, the last eight together with John Bromwich and he was also one of the winners of a "Career Doubles Slam". Quist's career-high singles ranking was World No. 3, achieved in 1939

In his 1979 autobiography tennis great Jack Kramer writes that in doubles "Quist played the backhand court. He had a dink backhand that was better for doubles than singles, and he had a classical forehand drive with a natural sink. And he was fine at the net, volley and forehand."

Quist was inducted into the International Tennis Hall of Fame in Newport, Rhode Island, in 1984.

Adrian Quist also held the most Davis Cup victories by any Australian until Lleyton Hewitt surpassed that record on 18 September 2010 in Cairns.

He died in Sydney, New South Wales in 1991, aged 78.

Adrian Quist is the uncle of celebrated fashion designer Neville Quist, founding director of Saville Row.

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