Wimbledon is here again! I love Wimbledon Tennis Tournament. The coliseum like atmosphere, individual against individual, facing each other across the net. The sound of the balls flying over the nets, skimming the surface and sending flying blades of grass, chalk and dust. The physical stamina and fitness, the mental strength and character needed to take part. The sweat, the glow, the ping of the strings as an ace is hit down the line. Volleys, backhands, smashes, net calls, slips and slides, twists and turns. The crowds, the gasps, the screams of frustration, the shout of joy and pumping of fists. The line calls and hawk eye replays, the anticipation and the nerves, the tension of a tie break. The British weather sunshine now and rain again – the covers on the covers off, the roof closed the roof open. Robinson drinks, green towels, linesmen and women dodging powerful shots coming right at them. The birds on the court and Rufus the Harris Hawk. Henman Hill or Murray Mount – game, set and match.