But we missed it!
Though we set out at 7am
queued in Wimbledon Park from 8am to 12pm
camped on damp newspapers on the grass
talked to our neighbours
opened umbrellas to shade under scorching sun
or protect us in drizzle.
The queue moved like a sloth
Feet shuffling slowly we got to the grounds eventually
Now which queue to choose?
The one for the toilets, food and drink, the courts or all three?
‘Federer look this way!’ screamed an autograph hunter
A stampede, flash of bulbs, squeals
I tip toed to see over the crowd
Was that a portion of the back of Federer’s head?
I couldn’t be sure.
A trip to the ‘hill’ showed no patch of grass free of human flesh
The sea of faces were glued to the screen which showed Sharapova at some stage…
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