I loved every detail about my day at Wimbledon, from getting there to eating and drinking our lovely providings from home, from seeing a brilliant game (
Australian Lleyton Hewitt winning against Argentinian
Juan Martin del Potro) to noticing ball boys and girls in action, from easily managing to swap our best seat with a nice
Spanish lady (we got tickets on the opposite sides of the court) so that we can be by each other to meeting Nick during the women's single game (and at the pub afterwards), from the total silence of the public to hearing the other courts cheer in the distance, from making waves to the new air-co roof, from being inside a commentary box to figuring out break points myself, from hearing the umpire say 'deuce' to the beauty of an audience applauding beautiful game more than favourite players (perhaps the Olympics alone, once I see them, can top this), from seeing the name of
Ilie Nastase in the hall of fame to spotting the names of current
Romanian players in the competition. I could write rivers about how exhilarating it is to be there (though surrounded by a huge
middle class crowd drinking bubbly out of plastic cups, meah), but instead I'll give you a river of photos.
My benefactor adds that in a while I need to get myself the 25,000 (!) pounds annual ticket. Abso-fucking-lutely. But first things first.
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