This never looked like being a good year for Wimbledon. The best players are all heading towards 40, nobody young is coming through, and it promised to be another hoedown involving the stumpy Spanish guy with the rat eyes and the jamon iberico for a left arm, the ostrich-necked Serbian robot, the metronomic Swiss watch salesman and the Scottish guy who spends his whole life shouting angrily at his own fist (put a policeman glove-puppet on that hand, Andy, and you’ve got a whole second career).
08 July 2017
New balls please ...
Quote of the day - from The Times (here):