I love Wimbledon. I think it holds a special place in my heart because my grandma used to love it too, so we’d compare notes. It also signals the drawing closeness of summer holidays, and always evokes images of lazy hazy summer evenings. Just lovely. But there are plenty of other reasons to love Wimbledon.
Its official refreshment is strawberries and cream. Except when the officials panic that they’ll run out, and operate on a heavy rationing system. On average, each year they go through 28,000 kg (112,000 punnets)!
It always rains (come on, that’s charming). In the past, the crowd has been entertained by impromptu serenades from Cliff Richard
The ability to change Andy Murray’s identity from Scottish (when he’s losing) to British (when he’s winning)
Official uniforms are designed by Ralph Lauren
There’s always at least one amusing ball boy/girl incident
Wild cards – lower ranking players given a chance to compete to increase British interest. Goran Ivanisevic won the Championship in 2001 with a Wild Card entry
Classy white outfits demanded on court. The guidelines are pretty strict, but each year the Williams sisters try to outwit them
Henman Hill, Murray Mount, this year, Robson Rise?
Equal prize money for men and women
The British ability to root for the underdog, always. In 2013, Sabine Lisicki knocked Serena Williams out in the fourth round, and went on to the finals
Awkward Mexican waves
‘New balls, please’ – lols. Changed after every 7-9 games
Centre court – legendary
BBC commentary – also legendary. Various gaffes have been made over the years, including Andrew Castle suggesting live that Andy Murray’s then-girlfriend, Kim Sears, was struggling to find a job…
The grunting from both sexes. In 2012, it was suggested ‘gruntometers’ might be introduced to curb the female grunts
The tears from both sexes
Come on, admit it, there’s a lot to love about Wimbledon. That’s my life sorted for the next two weeks. Here’s hoping Murray lifts another trophy, and Robson shows us what she’s made of.