I have been watching Wimbledon since I was a kid. My mum played tennis when she was younger and my dad often took my brother and me to play at the local tennis courts. But my memory only goes back to 1977 when at college we watched Virginia Wade win the ladies championship. Since which time I have watched every year. I love rugby league and enjoy football but To me tennis is the ultimate sport.
The players have to be amazingly fit both mentally and physically and have incredible skills with racquet and ball.
It is gladiatorial . Two opponents in an arena that holds thousands of spectators so close you could touch them. Two opponents in pitch battle for hours on end. It is such a mentally intelligent game played in such a sporting way. Spectators that may be routing for one player but recognise and appreciate skills of the opponent.
You may hear the occasional frustrated expletive but none of the foul mouthed yobs who scream at players and referees in other popular sports.
Have enjoyed other ATP tours but love grass. Its fast and unpredictable.
I’m hoping the title of this post will get people interested!
The Australian tennis players, the likes of Leyton Hewitt and Nick Kyrgios attract a travelling army of Australian fans/supporters. Dressed mainly in Australian gold, they “sing”, chant, shout and clap loudly and enthusiastically in the hope of bolstering their players chances.
What’s your opinion?
Do you find it annoying?
Or do you think its great to hear people so enthusiastic – a bit of fun?
What nationality are you? How old are you? What sex are you?
One provocative opinion came from a friend who said, “it’s the Australian character! Brash and loud!”
And what’s wrong with that? LOL.
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.