Nice piece about the aura of Wimbledon:
When the Doherty gates, like barriers to some precious place, swung open to let me in, on that first Monday in 1987, I felt awe. Wimbledon, you eventually figure, is manicured and polished, buffed and beautified, precisely for that purpose. "OK, OK," in subsequent years I wanted to scream, "I feel privileged to be here, I promise". Read 'God's Tennis Park'
There is nothing like Wimbledon! Wimbledon is tennis, tennis is Wimbledon, I can't wait!
Posted by: paleochora | June 22, 2006 at 02:50 PM