Oh, I Say!

Stevie Turner, Indie Author.

I’ve had a lovely week not doing much writing, but watching the Wimbledon tennis championships instead on TV.  I’ve been lucky enough in the past to have seen Billie Jean King, Virginia Wade, Evonne Goolagong, Chris Evert, Nastase, Connors and McEnroe in their prime, and I still enjoy a good match today 40 years on.

Back in 1976 when I lived in South East London I would finish school in the afternoon and then a friend and I would hop on the train to Wimbledon.  We would arrive outside the centre court about 5pm, where spectators who’d had enough for the day would gladly give us their tickets.  We saw some wonderful tennis matches, and it didn’t cost us a penny.  Now I expect security is tight and nobody is allowed to just waltz in and wait patiently by one of the centre court’s exits.  Visitor numbers have obviously mushroomed…

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