Wimbledon

Wimbledon…

The Court, the Grass, the Strips on it, the green Enclosures, the Players in White, the Audience, the Hats, the Skirts, the Claps, the Silence, the Rain, the Wait, the Rolex, the Royal Lineage, the Police, their Helmets, the 15000 florescent Balls, the Ball Boys n Girls, the Gilt Cup n the Salver, the Referees, their Jackets, the IBM Scoreboards, the Intensity, the Wind, the Aura ,the Prestige, the Tradition,the British….

It’s
The All England Lawn Tennis Club
Church Road

Wimbledon

London SW19 5AE

Watching Federer-Nadal in the wimbledon final was a treat to the soul after quite some time… it took me back to the days of Edberg, Becker, Sabatini, Navratilova when I first started following the game…. It had to be The Wimbledon, the Vatican for Tennis, to showcase the game for any new tourist…. That was a time when I presumed that tennis was always on the green…only to be enlighten by the awareness of other rivals it had … the green carpet still continues to be a treat for my eyes… not that the others are any less… but…. u know right….

The initial reverence was followed by the years of intense rivalry of Pete Sampras-Andre Agassi or that of Graf-Seles showdown with the other greats like Courier Ivanisvic Sanchez Vicario popping in-between on this venue…. man. …they created fanatics for the game out there….. None looked gud holding the ‘Rosewater Dish’ than Steffi Graf.... wat a idol she’s been along with here hubby n his rival… Steffi at Wimbledon was the best thing one cud ask for…..

I don’t remember the last final I missed watching here …...
how much each of the Gentlemen and Ladies who played, wanted to conquer the grass than any other surface… and to be honored at the Queen’s land…. Its always been a matter of prestige…..

Its always been tradition …………… at Wimbledon…

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