…Andy Murray has just won Wimbledon. On an absolutely glorious summer day, he beat Novak Djokovic in straight sets to become the first British man to win in 77 years. Take that, Fred Perry!
The last game of the final was so tense, our barbecue was put on hold. Murray was 40-love up, then Djokovic went through his ‘sod all of you partisan bastards!’ phase and hit back to level at deuce, before Murray got Championship point once again and brought it home. His roar of joy when it was game-set-match was phenomenal. Twitter and Facebook exploded, grown men cried and I jumped around and shouted the house down like he was my brother. Djokovic was a gentleman in defeat but Murray played the game of his life.
And on the eighth anniversary of the 7/7 bombings in London as well. Although such an ‘event’ will never be forgotten, it’s nice that this day will have a footnote that will be memorable in a more positive way. So to sum it all up, I’m exhausted, happy and going to have some dessert. Phew.
© G. Holder 2013