Thankfully, today was one of those blissful days where I didn’t need to
leave the house — or even the couch — to have a great time. Why, you ask?
Because it was Men’s Finals Day at
Wimbledon.
There are very few sports I’ll watch
religiously, but tennis has always been top of my list. My love for the game
stretches right back to childhood. In our house, daytime or early evening TV
was generally off-limits (we were from the generation sent outside to play
until dinner time). But Wimbledon fortnight was the glorious exception.
Mam loved tennis, so by default, so did we.
Years later, even when Mam occasionally mixed us up, she never confused
Federer, Nadal, or Djokovic!
My earliest tennis memories are from the epic
battles between Borg and McEnroe. Naturally, I was Team Borg — the cool, calm
Swede. Later came the golden years of Federer vs Nadal. I won’t insult you by
clarifying whose side I was on.
I honestly believed my passion for the sport
might fade once they retired. But then along came Carlos Alcaraz and reignited the spark. Which brings me
to today: happily whiling away another gloriously sunny afternoon on the couch,
devouring strawberries and cream — it would’ve been sacrilegious not to.
Sadly, it wasn’t Alcaraz’s day. But Sinner played superbly, and I can
already feel the stirrings of a new rivalry obsession taking root.
#Wimbledon #TennisFan #StrawberriesAndCream #WorthStayingInFor
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