I’m originally from the UK, and used to play some tennis back in my ‘Hey Day’ so I was awake at 6am, up and ready to watch the Men’s Wimbledon Final this past Sunday morning. The main contender for the title was none other than Roger Federer, one of the greatest players to have ever lived, and also the fella that we named our pooch after (we were going to go for Raphael, after Nadal, but the thought of screaming for a pup called Raphael was cringe-worthy). And Andy Murray! The fearless and passionate Scottish player, oozing for a grasp at picking up a Grand Slam title.
I felt a lot of mixed feelings about this particular match, because as silly as it sounds, I wanted them both to win. I did feel that they were both winners throughout the entire match, but whomever would have to carry the loss was going to have the weight of pride from tennis fans across the World. You just want Federer to win because he’s always been a top bloke, and really carries himself as a humble gentleman. Also, he’s got a silly cute sense of humour … You just have to see this CNN video of Federer interviewing to see what I’m talking about (fun bit begins at the 1:46 mark).
And in the other corner, you just want Murray to get his hands on that Wimbledon trophy! Britain hasn’t had a Men’s Singles Champion since 1936, when Fred Perry was ruling the tennis circuit. The whole of Britain was behind Andy, the feisty Scot, with mountains of support and also with hopes to get British tennis back on the map.