Nah... I loved Becker, but played nothing like him. I was a half-decent junior, had a few wins over guys who went pro (even top 50), but had no serve and no backhand. I was pretty fast, gritty, retrieved a ton and ran around my backhand to do damage with my (very heavy, if I may say so myself) forehand. I also pulled all kinds of shenanigans and mind games to psych out my opponents. So I guess that, in reality, I was more of a mix between Berasategui and Koellerer
BUT, I did try to emulate one of Boom Boom's signature traits. It all goes back to the 1989 Wimbledon victory... The previous year, as a 7-year old, I had watched the final in its entirety - probably the first match I ever sat through from start to finish - and I was absolutely devastated when Edberg clinched it. So when Boris closed it out in 89 I was going crazy, screaming and jumping, nearly on the verge of happy tears. But then I look at the TV and I see him standing there stone-faced, as he briefly raises his arm to the sky and doesn't even crack a smile. I thought that was so cool... to have that kind of composure, that detachment, dare I say that indifference, in the face of the biggest triumph in tennis. I wanted to be THAT! So whenever I won a tournament or a big match, I NEVER cheered or celebrated or even smiled - just walked to the net and shook hands.
Now I'm fat, slow and riddled by decades of smoking and infinite injuries. So I serve and volley and try to end points early - mainly because I have no choice...