We’ve been there before, we’ve blogged about it before, but this time its different…this time its the finals.
Yes, the finals. Men’s Wimbledon Finals.
We have tickets, mother and I. Tickets!!!
So we’re off to Wimbledon. We’ve packed the picnic, got our tickets and we arrive early to Wimbledon station. There is a shuttle bus that will take you to the front gate and back for £5 return. Or, you can do the half an hour walk to the gates. It is nice whether so we head off.
It is electric inside. The atmosphere is wonderful and we stumble across Federer warming up. Next we head over to the men’s invitation doubles which is great fun. Brilliant tennis is being played but no one is taking it seriously, the players laugh and banter with the crowd and it is more of a show than a match. But so worth watching.
We find a bench for our picnics and enjoy the sun before heading to the Pimms tent. Pimms in hand we make for the main event.
The Center Court at Wimbledon is massive. We seem to spend an age walking around the edges to our entrance. Eventually we make it to our seats and it begins. The tennis is brutal, the clapping loud, tension intense, what an experience. And yes, on this occasion it would have been nice for the match to have lasted longer, been closer…but still. What an experience.
I’ve already got my ballot ready for next year!