Wimbledon: 'A Walk in God's Tennis Park'

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'

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[paleochora]

There is nothing like Wimbledon! Wimbledon is tennis, tennis is Wimbledon, I can't wait!